Dad looked like a crazed psychopath on cocaine.
It didn't help that his only daughter was stuck in a hospital bed with a broken arm and a mild concussion.
Oh no, that didn't help one bit.
Mom had managed to diffuse the entire situation and had put Dad in a time out. The thirty something year old man did not like the fact that he was sentenced to several minutes in the corner, but he went anyways, grumbling curses and shooting daggers at all of us.
Especially Terrence.
I shifted uncomfortably. From the look on Dad's face, I could only imagine what murderous thoughts he was having towards Terrence.
I told him he should have left when the nurse sent Charlotte and Joey home.
Dad looked at me with the same muderous expression on his face and for a moment, I was afraid too. I couldn't possibly imagine how Terrence felt right now.
Geez Louise, Dad, stop. You're gonna scare off my boyfriend.
I wish I had a distraction...
"Oh sweetie, are you comfy, do you need anything? Are you hungry?" Mom asked, fluffing the pillow behind me.
"I'm fine mom," I said, looking at Dad with worry. "But uh, maybe some water would be nice?"
"Oh, okay. I'll just go get some," Mom cooed.
"NO- no, no," I burst, "Uh, uhm.. Dad could get it, right? Uh, I kinda want you with me right now."
Mom nodded. "Okay, okay. I'm right here," she said, "Kyle, darling? Do you think you could get us some water? Oh, and some ice chips, that would be nice."
Dad nodded softly, still glaring at Terrence. "Sure," he said, "Terrence, why don't you come with me?" He added, smirking as he slipped out of the room.
Holy shit.
Abort. Abort. Mission abort.
Terrence gulped and diverted his attention to me. "Uh, Hayden," he whispered, "am I gonna survive through this?"
I shook my head. "I-I dont know."
"Uhm, well," Terrence said, standing up. "Tell my Mom I love her."
"Be brave, solider," I whispered, blowing him a kiss with my good arm.
"Oh don't be so dramatic," Mom rolled her eyes. "Terrence, honey, just go."
Terrence gulped and quickly slipped out of the room. Taking long strides to catch up with dad.
"Little did I know that was the last time I would ever see him again..."
"Uh, Hayden? Are you sure the doctor said you had no brain damage?" Mom asked.
~·~
An hour later, I was back home. Snuggled up between several pillows, drinking hot soup and watching old movies on the small television set in my room with Mom and Dad at my every beck and call.
Maybe I should break my arm more often.
My phone buzzed wildly on the bedside table. I quickly glanced at the name on the screen and frowned. My fingers worked quickly to unlock my phone and type out a quick message, in response to the text I just received.
Hoemmie: R U hme yt?
Me: Yes, I'm home. What happened to your grammar?
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