*Beep Beep*
*Beeep*
"Sir, her heart rate is more normal, you may want to come into the room."
"She's been sleeping for a day now, i'm sure it's not...."
I opened my eyes and made a noise. The two figures snapped their heads back and looked at me. One of them i guesed was a nurse and the other looked like my dad. Wait, a nurse! I was in a hospital? I tried to get up but my body was too weak to obey. The nurse rushed to the side of my bed and put her hand on my shoulder, laying me back into proper position.
" I advise you to stay lying down honey you don't look so good and you're in no condition to do it anyways." She smiled at me and i couldn't respond. I couldn't argue. My throat felt like the Grand Canyon and my brain was tired. Was this what it felt like to be dead?
I just smiled and the figure that looked like my dad stepped away fromthe doorframe and made it's way towards me. He smiled at the nurse in a way which ment for her to leave and sat in the chair next to the bed. Concentrating i could make out his wrinkles. Were they always there along with his grey hair? How come i've never noticed it, but then again i barely ever saw him much less studied him. He sat there silently and my neck was getting stiff staring at him. If he wasn't gonna start a conversation why waste my time. I looked up at the ceiling, a more comfortable position. I opened my mouth and sighed. I heard another sigh too and realized we had sighedat the same time. That brought a smirk to my face and i saw one tugging at the corners of his mouth. As soon as it had come, it vanished.
"So, what were you thinking Summer?" I stared at him, his lips forming the words and getting it out.
i swallowed what little saliva i had and tried to speak but my throat was still dry so i shrugged my shoulders and started looking around.
" And what's that suppose to me-" He was cut offwhen the nurse brought a cup of water. An angel from heaven. She helped me drink it slowly and then exited the room seeing my dad wasn't finished.
" So, what's that suppose to mean?" He finished.
" It's a shrug what does it mean when someone shrugs?" I snapped back at him. Like I said. I hated him. Yeah sure at the end of the day he was my dad but for the rest of the day he was some thing that hardly showed any emotions. When my mom was around he was... a dad. Although we didn't have the closest father-daughter relationship we still hung out together and we played games. We talked, laughed and even had real one-on-one serious talks. He gave me advice and i took it. But now... his daughter just slipped off a huge mountain like hill and is in the hospital, he's asking why.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, he looked likea fish out of his bowl. Or more like a buisnessman out of his office.
My dad was almost always at his office. I remember when i was younger my mom got frustrated sometimes because he came home late. But no matter what, my mom always tried to hide it. My mom was the cheese to my bagel. When she died, i had this big hole in me. Who likes plain bagels anyways? She used to tell me bedtime stories. They were all connected to a place she called Wonderland. It was "a little place where everyone knew everyone else". She always told me stories and for that, every night I couldn't wait to get to bed. Each evening was a new chapter my mom told me and before she closed the lights every night she would whisper " See you in Wonderland." but then when she died she left me an unfinished book.
"Uh, Summer," he said.
"What?" I turned my neck again to look at his face.
"You, you scared me that's all," he barely whispered.
