"Dad... Why am I here? What happened? I look like... Like... Like I got hit by a bus!" She sighed in an upsetting and uncomfortable as her father turned his head. He was able to manage out the words, "You were... You need to start watching the road." She looked around, then back at him with a face of amazement. "Dad..." "Yeah?" "You're standing up, without any support!" He looked around, down at his feet, then smiled too. Yeah... He thought. Yeah... I am. He then remembered running through the hospital halls to catch his daughter. "Does... It hurt?" She looked down and shook her hand, moving the covers to stand up. She stood by him and hugged him. He put his arms the way he practiced, and got that dance. Rather he was dreaming, or this was going to be his last chance, he didn't take it for granted. He was dancing with an angel, and the fact was straight out in front of him. This was his daughter, he knew it was, and he wasn't going to let her down. When he got too tired to dance, or in other words, his legs couldn't do it anymore, he sat down and watched her dance a little longer by herself. She claimed never to have taken dance classes, but it didn't show. She was perfect in his eyes. Everything about her. It's then when it hit him, he doesn't need a wife, a million dollars, or a huge house to feel good, he needed his daughter. He brought her home the next day, seeing that she wasn't showing any pain at all. She still had that big, beautiful smile on her face, and would laugh at the smallest things. They were just so alike in so many inner ways that too him, he had an angel on his hands that he may not ever get the chance to have again. He reminded her to watch for traffic the next day she went to school, and watched her while she walked to make sure she did. Instead of going to to do his regular walking on the treadmill, he went straight to the police department. Not to sue anyobdy, or get anyone in trouble. He wanted to start a job there. His daughter had loved seeing the officers when they were out, and he remembered her talking on and on about how badly she wanted to become one when she finished high school. Well, he thought, if she couldn't become one now, maybe he can to try to make her feel like a junior, at least. He had his kneebrace on that he wore now that he got out of the wheelchair, which made it so much easier to walk around with. Before he walked in, he took a moment to look at all of the police cars. They were all new, which kind of made him smile, that he wasn't going to have to worry about one of the old cars. After looking at the cars he made his way to the entrance. There were only a few of the police officers sitting in there, one he could tell was the seargeant, behind the desk was the chief, then two patrol officers writing reports. He walked up to the chief's desk. "How may I help you?" The chief said. Looking to the nametag, he noticed this way Chief Steven Jones. "Hi, I'm Michael Thompson... I was wondering if I could apply for a job?" Steven looked at the busy seargeant then back to his computer. "Well, talk to ol' Wheeler over there. He runs the apllicants". Michael walked over to the next desk, and just as he did Wheeler turned towards him with the information pulled up on his desktop.
