The Bucket List of Georgina Reed

Chapter 6 - So Many Questions

I hear muffled voices around me. I can't exactly hear what they're talking about, but it seems like they're arguing.

"No, you can't tell her. Not right now, please." A begging cry of a woman is echoing in my eardrums. She sounds like a panic is choking out her throat.

"I know ma'am. But she has to know anytime soon." A male voice replied.

Barely conscious, I am aware that I'm lying in a hospital bed and my head is hurting like hell. I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids are fighting me and I am forced to sleep in exhaustion.

"I'm just scared on what her reaction would be like," I heard a familiar voice somewhere inside the room. Mom! She's here. Her hoarse voice is evident and perhaps she's been crying.

Why is she crying?

"As much as I don't want her to know about this, we should let her know. It's her right, Abby." a deep man's voice fills the room. I recognized it right away.

It was dad's. He's also here! Oh, how I miss him.

That's it. I want to know what really is happening. What really makes them worry, big time. I open my eyes reluctantly. My head is still spinning. Shit. What the hell happened to me? I don't remember getting drunk before passing out. Oh no, I passed out. Why? God, this makes my head hurt.

I raised my left hand and found an IV attached to it. Ignoring it, I placed my palm above my head and touched it.

"Ouch..." I whispered in pain. In the corner of my eye, I spotted my mom looking exhausted. Both of her hands are in her head, bowed down. I don't know if my vision has a problem, but she is sitting on the couch beside my dad, soothing her back.

Wow. My parents were beside each other, without arguing. It's a fascinating thing to see.

"Allison!" My mom's eyes immediately darted to my direction leaped out of my dad's reach. She came to me and hugged me tightly as she could.

"Oh honey, I'm so glad you're awake. Don't you ever scare me again like that." She scolds me softly and I can't help but roll my eyes, knowing she can't see me.

I looked up at my dad, who is standing beside my mom near the edge of the bed. He's smiling at me and I grinned at him. I've always missed his smile. It's so infectious. Suddenly, the pain in my head is starting to reoccur. I winced.

"Mom..." I wince and my mom released me immediately. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked me worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little pain in the head." I smiled at them reassuringly.

My dad reached over and held my hand. His thumb kept brushing on my knuckles and he looks worried. Oh, dad.

"Dad, stop worrying. I'm alright for Christ's sake," I mumbled. He regards me endearingly and I smiled. "By the way, how did you get here? I thought you were in a director's conference thingy in Chicago?" I suddenly asked, curious. He frowns at me, giving me a don't-be-stupid look on his face.

"Yeah, I was. But then, I got a panicked call from your mother saying you collapsed, and all I wanted to do was fly here as fast as I can," he stated. "I was fucking worried about you. You scared the hell out of me, Georgina." He continued his story with panic rising in his voice.