The Wallflower's Bloom

Chapter 5: The Relief

Chapter 5: The Relief

I froze once again in shock.

"DAD!? YOU'RE ALIVE!?"

He chuckled, and replied, "I am! And I need you to tell mom that I'm going to the New York hospital, and to meet me there."

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. "Okay, thanks dad! I love you!"

He winced in pain, but then replied in a softer voice, "I love you too! Bye!" He then hung up.

I was so excited. MY DAD IS ALIVE, MY DAD IS ALIVE! I was jumping up and down and almost forgot to tell my mom. I ran upstairs and peeked through the door of my sobbing mom's room.

"HEY MOM! DAD SURVIVED! HE SAID TO MEET HIM AT THE NEW YORK HOSPITAL!"

My mom widened her eyes and jumped up to hug me. "Oh thank lord he's alive!" she cried.

My mom told the rest if my siblings, and they were just as ecstatic as me and my mom! We all piled up in the car and waited impatiently to get there. The trip was VERY long, and I wished it would've been shorter, because I was getting impatient to see my dad.

After an hour, we finally made it. We all jumped out of the car, and my mom struggled to keep us in place, while Laura ran one way, and Julia ran the other, and Justin ran under a car, and everything was just chaotic.

We skipped up to the hospital clerk, and told her that we were to meet our father here. She sighed as if she was annoyed, then spoke, "Honestly, there has been so many people coming in here from the terrorist attack, we haven't had time to fill out paperwork, so I guess you could try and find him. But, JUST THIS ONCE." She replied in a firm voice.

We looked through four rooms, the first room had a guy that's heart had stopped, it scared me. The second had a man lying down normally, but holding his arm and screaming in pain. It kind of reminded me of the scream my dad made on the phone. The third room had a blanket being put over a guy, who had obviously died.

The fourth room had a man who was just sleeping. He had black hair...hazel eyes...and an Avenged Sevenfold shirt on. DAD!

We rushed into the room and glared at him for awhile, admiring his survival. When, a doctor with a clipboard suddenly popped in.

"What are you guys doing here? You don't have the authorities down here!" He firmly replied.

"THIS IS MY HUSBAND!" Our mom screamed frustrated.

"Fine," he said, obviously angered, "he may look fine, but during the attack, a pole had fallen on him, hitting his skull--which I'm surprised didn't kill him right on the spot--and then slammed into his leg. He fell unconscious, and almost bled to death. He went into shock, but we got him all fixed up before he would have finally surrendered to life. What we don't know is, if he suffered from any mental issues from the pole hitting his skull."

My mom teared up. "So..so he might not ever be the same again?"

The doctor looked down at his clipboard and continued, "We don't know. He could be perfectly fine, or have severe issues. Only time will tell."

We were all scared for the sake of our dad and we all sobbed some more, but after that, left the hospital, after deciding to come back every other day.

After that, I felt really alone. My dad had always been there for me, which I kind of took for granted. But, knowing he might wake up and not remember me, it's slowly killing me, from inside out.

It was tougher at school, with everything all happening at once, but I somehow managed. Not saying without being depressed, made fun of, or any of that, but...I have survived, haven't I? I sure hope I can keep it up...