Days passed, and the girl grew to be his daughter. They were so alike it was unreal. He seen this as a second chance to make everything right, and started with telling her he loved her every morning and night. It was just the dancing part he knew would be the hardest. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, and knowing that he couldn't fulfill the biggest thing to her broke him down even more. No. He wasn't going to let that happen. He struggled into his black Chevy Silverado and drove to the nearest workout area. He climbed out and forced himself to walk to the entrance, taking a break when he was there. He pulled himself to the treadmill, knowing he would have to take it one step at a time. Starting at 1 mph, day by day he practiced walking on the treadmill. He was eventually able to stand and walk a few steps without the wheelchair, which was used with a lot of work. His daughter had to find somewhere else to stay at this time too because of an accident with her mom, and even though he wasn't completely ready, he allowed her to come stay with him. He would sit on the couch and watch her dance outside, silently cry wishing he could dance with her. That's her biggest want, and his biggest wish. He missed the first fourteen years of her life, he didn't want to make it up by staying in one or two places and not even being able to do a simple dance with her. It aggervated him, which in a way was good because it made him strive to work harder. Every day she went to school, he went to the same place to be on the same machines to get his leg muscles back in action. Wars can really knock a person down, he was the veteran to prove it. Days passed as he tried harder and harder. One day was a little bit different though. He dropped his daughter off at school and made his way to his normal daytime area. He wasn't even able to make it in the door when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He picked it up and looked at it, noticing it was the school. He answered it, but didn't say a word. Nearly dropping his phone, he walked as fast as he could to his truck and drove off. The whole way there he could only barely breathe, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. His daughter of fourteen years he just found out about is struggling for her life, when he couldn't even have their first dance. He knew he was speeding, but did he care? Not the slightest bit. He would risk his life if it got him to her faster. By the time he did get there, the ambulance was just pulling in and he was able to follow them up to the hospital. He ran past the doctors, paramedics, and nurses fighting to be with daughter. He didn't even notice at first that he was running. He couldn't feel anything, just his heart pounding. When they reached the hospital room, he grabbed his daughter's hand praying she survived. Even if he had to give up his, he wasn't going to just let her go that easily. He stood the same way holding her same hand for three straight hours, just watching her heart monitor lines move up and down. It felt like forever, but she finally opened her eyes, staring at the blank ceiling. She made her view towards her father, who was standing trying not to cry. For a man, when it came to his daughter, he would cry.
