Part of His World

Dad?

The soft sound of whispering fills my ears, causing me to bring myself to awaken. As I slowly open my eyes, I can just barely make out two blurry silhouettes through a fog of grogginess. After rubbing my eyes a few times, i reopen them and i am able to make out a nurse that I've seen come and go, and Gabriel, communicating in hushed whispers. I clear my throat to make my consciousness known, and they both quickly turn to look at me.  

"Oh hey, you're awake." Gabriel says as he gives me a sad smile. "We were just talking about the condition of your father and what will need to happen in the future.." as he says this, the female nurse gives me a look full of pity. 

"Let me guess, not anything good? All that seems to be happening is more bad news after more bad news." I sigh, placing my head in my hands. All the worst case scenarios are swarming my thoughts as i wait for them to tell me. 

I hear one of them slowly come towards me, and I lift my head up when I feel Gabriel place his hand on my back. We lock eyes, and I search deep in his for any tiny sliver of hope left in him. However, when I find none, I know for certain this cant be good. He clears his throat, and looks away. 

"Unfortunately, your father has made no improvements. The only thing keeping his heart beating is the life support. With that being said, we're going to have to pull the plug within the next 24 hours. We did everything in our power to save him. There's nothing more we can do. I'm sorry." As he says this, I feel the familiar lump in my throat, and I give a small nod. I take a deep breath, gathering myself before speaking. 

"Uhm.. okay. May I have some alone time with him before we do that? I just want one last conversation." My voice came out extremely strained, and I knew they could tell that I was on the verge of tears. 

"Of course. We'll be right down the hall if you need anything." The nurse said, her voice obviously forcing optimism that she had been trained to feign. I heard their footsteps recede as they walked out the room and down the hall. Only when I knew they were gone, did I proceed to lift my head. I slowly stood, my body feeling like it was being weighed down by all the force in the universe. I hesitantly walk over to my father's side, crouching down and placing his hand in mine. I take one last deep breath before starting what would probably be my last conversation with my father.

"D-dad..?" I choke out through my tears. "I dont understand why this had to happen to you. You were the kindest man I've ever met. When we lost mom, you made life worth living. I dont want to lose you too..." After i say all of this through the raging rapids of my tears, I rest my head on top of our hands, and silently sob. After a moment, I desperately try to beg for him to wake up, hoping that maybe, just maybe, some miracle would happen.  

"Dad please just wake up... please. It's not fair... please! I love you.." I whisper, in denial that this was even happening in the first place. Suddenly I feel his hand lightly squeeze mine. 

"Dad?" I cautiously whisper out. Only when I feel his hand weakly move in mine once more do I realize I'm not hallucinating.    

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Hey guys...been a minute. I'm sorry this chapter is so short and depressing but i promise it will pickup soon. My apologies for once again just disappearing. My grandma found this and is very adamant about me finishing this so i guess thats what i'm going to try and do. See ya in the next chapter :)