Chapter 2

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When I get to the hospital, I start to tear up, but I force myself not to cry in front of all these people. They could be going through worse. While my mom gets permission to visit my father, I text Chelsea, and tell her everything. She says she will come over with her parents, because we are all good family friends. When I put down the phone, the doctor puts on a wristband for me, which I could put on myself, because I'm not 7.

Room 109 is where my dad is sleeping. I hate to see him with all these tubes in him. I sit next to him, and cry. I hug him. I love my dad, and I know he will be okay, he has to be okay. The doctor came in to take his vitals, which was quite scary. Finally Chelsea and her family walks in. While her parents talk to my mom, I go walk in the hall with my best friend. We talk about how he has to be okay. We go back into the room, where my dad is barley awake. I hug for at least 30 seconds, until he has to let go. I talk to him about how felt. He said he could go home in 3 days, and that was too long for me. I needed my dad.

The doctors assistant, Connor, was helping my Dad with his Heart Monitor. He looked really young, so of course I was looking at him. I saw his clipboard, and it said he was 19. I am only 17, two years isn't bad, I thought that to myself. I went out in the hallway with Chelsea, because all of the doctor talk was boring. When Connor, I mean Doctor Connor came out, he smiled at me. Then he asked my age, and I said 17. "Why, shouldn't you be working?" I asked. He smiled, and walked away.

Chelsea stared at me and sang

"I feel looovvveee!"

"You are so annoying Chelsea." I said back. We just walked back in the room, and we finally left. I kissed my Dad goodbye, and we went home.

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