Dad-Buscus (Toby Turner Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23

Viviane's Point of View-
As I walked through the parking lot trying to find the car, a rush of anger and sadness were flowing through me.
My adrenaline was pumping and my heart was racing.
My head started spinning, throbbing even.
You know that arcade game where you have that oversized hammer and you hit the moles on the head to get them to go back into their hole? And when that one tough mole wouldn't go back in, you had to hit it extra hard?
Yeah, I was that one tough mole, and the world just kept hitting me in the head to get me to go back into my hole- to get me to break- but I refuse.
So many thoughts were taking up too much space in my head, I couldn't even tell up from down.
I stopped stumbling like a drunk person and leaned against a random car to stop myself from face planting and eating cement.
The sun was shining bright in my eyes, adding on to the headache I already had, and it was causing me to sweat.
All of a sudden, I couldn't breathe, and it felt like my throat was closing up.
That's when I started to panic.
I looked all around, hoping Ace or someone followed me outside, but of course with my luck, and thanks to my little outburst, I was alone in the middle of the middle of the parking lot, hyperventilating.
My chest was rising up and down rapidly, and everything around me was spinning. I could barely breathe as I began to forget what I was doing in the first place.
After a few more seconds of struggling, I let myself fall to the ground, and I stared up at the sky until my vision blurred into one, big, dark color.

Toby's Point of View-

"So that's it, then?" Kathy asked once we were settled into the car.

"What do you mean?"

"You're just gonna let her go that easy? She's running around then country with a bunch of orphans. She's not gonna last long if we leave her with them."

"She wants to stay with them. If I forced her to go with us, she'd just run away again. It's her decision, not mine."

"But she's still just a child." Kathy argues.

"She's a smart child, and I trust her decision."

Kathy let's out a sigh as I begin to pull out of the parking place.
We were almost out of the parking lot until when something caught the corner of my eye.

Viviane.

I slammed on the breaks, causing Kathy and I to lunge forward, but I didn't care.

"What the hell?" Kathy says, but I ignore her and jump out of the car, running towards Viviane.

She's a sweating mess. She's breathing heavy, her skin has paled, and I couldn't quite tell the difference between her tears, sweat and snot.

I didn't know what else to do so I scooped her up in my arms and ran back to the car, tossing her in the backseat.

Sure, I could have been more gentle, but she looks dead and I panicked, alright?

"Is she okay? What happened?" Kathy asks.

"Look up where the nearest hospital is." I decided to ignore her question.

"Uh- okay." she dug her phone out of her purse and quickly began searching.

Once we found our destination, I rushed to get Viviane in the hospital.

"Someone help! I don't know what's wrong with her, but she needs help!" I yell.

Before I could even get out the second sentence, nurses and doctors were rushing to get her on one of those beds with wheels and hauling her away.
I try to follow them, but a handful of nurses hold me back.

"Sir, I'm gonna need to ask you some questions." a nearby nurse tries to calm me down.
I didn't even realize my heavy breathing or sweat.

I don't want to answer this lady's questions.

I wanted to know what was happening to my daughter.

"Is she gonna be alright?" I question, craning my neck to see as far down the hall as possible.

"We don't know yet, sir, but I'm sure she'll be fine. You can wait in the waiting room until we can figure out the situation."

"I don't want to wait in any damn waiting room, I want to see my kid!" I yell.

"Toby, calm down." I hear Kathy's voice. I look around and see her hand on my shoulder.

She guides me outside to relax, but I couldn't quite seem to slow my breathing down.
Not until I knew Viviane was okay.

This is my fault. I left her there- I shouldn't have left her in that mall.
She probably thinks I don't care about her anymore- that's probably why she freaked out.
I caused this- all of this. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't be in this situation.
If I didn't agree to watching after her, she'd probably be with some other family friend, living a semi-normal life with semi-normal friends and events.

But no. I was dumb. I thought I could look after another human being and she ends up in a hospital.

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A few hours later, they informed me Viviane was okay and well, and that she just suffered a major panic attack as well as a minor concussion. They told me I could go to her room, but I couldn't go in- I had to look at her through some stupid glass window because too much drama would stress her out and cause another attack.
After a while, I managed to get my breathing under control, but I can't help the tears sliding down my face.
This is my fault, once again, except this time, she ended up in the hospital.

What a failure dadbuscus I am.
A/N:
Okay. I know Viviane's little thoughts were jumbled and probably uber confusing, but keep in mind:
She went through a freaking panic attack. Your thoughts don't exactly make sense when you have a panic attack.
Anyway, I just want to say:
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I seriously cannot thank you guys enough for this achievement. I can't believe so many people have come across and read Dadbuscus, and it continues to grow each and every day!
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