Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 15

I know it's bad, but i was seriously debating whether or not, I was actually going to see my father. If I can even call him that. Seeing mum as she was, definitely helped me make my mind.

I get why Mum was so upset about Dad being in the hospital. But I think she's over worrying, it's not like he's dying or anything? Right?

My parents have been divorced for the majority of my life, so it's a surprise that Mum still cares so much about my Dad. I don't. I barely even know they guy, he could walk past me on the street and I wouldn't even do a double take.

I told myself that Friday night, that I would drive to the hospital the next day, and pay my father a visit. So that's where I am now, well driving there now. I couldn't exactly remember what time the hospitals visiting hours, but I assumed they'd be after 10am.

That's the time I dragged myself out of bed, took a quick shower and got dressed. I picked up a simple set of clothing, black t-shirt and white leggings. Zac Efron style. Plus white Nikes.

It was 10:30 when I hopped into my Mustang and drove off towards the hospital. By the time I reached the hospital Mum works at, it was almost 11. I still don't know why she works so far away from me, when we have a local hospital near us anyway.

As I walked into the doors of the hospital a bell chimed out and the lady's at the reception desk looked up. I continued to walk until I hit the desk, where the lady smiled at me.

She wasn't very old, perhaps late twenties. She was wearing the typical receptionist outfit, a black skirt and a white buttoned shirt sleeve t-shirt.

"What can I do for you today sweetie?" She asked cheerfully.

Sweetie? I'm not 7 anymore love.

"Can you please tell me the room of Brian Anderson?"

She frowned. "I'm sorry, that's confidential information. How do you know Mr Anderson?"

Seriously? Did they have to ask this? It's been a while since I've been here I guess.

"I'm his daughter." I answer her

She types something that I can't see into her computer and looks up at me again. "A Ms Brooklyn Anderson?"

I put on a forced smile. "That's me."

She typed something else into the computer and said. "He's in Room 218. Take the elevator to the next floor and take the first right, its straight down that hallway."

I walked over towards the elevator, and pressed the up button, where I saw the lights above tell me it was moving from the top floor, floor 16. The hospital was surprisingly big, I mean it didn't have many floors, but it was a large building, extending in all directions.

The elevator dinged as it reached my level and the doors peeled open. Before I could step in, an elderly man stumbled out and towards the exit of the hospital, where the receptionist screamed at him, and raced around the corner to get him back into, I assume, his hospital bed.

I was the only person in the elevator, meaning I didn't have to wait for any other floors. I clicked on the second button, for floor 2. When the elevator dinged open once again, I stepped out and into the hallway. It went to both the left and right of me, and following the directions the receptionist said, I went right.

Following the hallway, i scanned the numbers on the doors. I walked past all the two hundreds and tens and slowed down when I got 211 I slowed down. On the right side of the hallway, about one hundred metres from the elevator was the room 218.

I knocked lightly, bracing myself before entering. I figured no one would answer the door, or even call out "come in", so when no one did I gently pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit room, closing the door behind me.

What I say in front of me, made my breath hitch in the back of my throat. Coughing lightly to ease myself I took in the sight of my father. Even though I didn't care for the man, no one should be like this.

He was lying on the bed, bedsheets thrown back, and machines covering both sides of the bed. He was hooked up to about 10 different machines, all monitoring something different.

He had nasal prongs in, connected to an oxygen tank. Plenty of needles were stuck into his arms, at his inner elbow, forearms, upper arm, monitoring everything from his sugar level, to his heartbeat. Everything.

The bare skin that I could see was black and blue, whoever had go to him and definitely done a good job. I couldn't see his chest, but by the way he was breathing, his chest moving ever so slightly up and down, a couple of ribs must've been broken.

He was wearing a neck cast, setting his head straight at an awkward angle for the rest of his body. His face, was covered in bruises and stitches. The skin around his eyes were turning a deep purple, almost black. His eyes were closed, but the veins on his eyelids were also a deep purple.

His lips had several stitches in them, along with his eyebrow. His nose was home to bits of plaster, obviously having been broken.

I pull up a chair from the other side of the room, and sit next to him. I look over his damaged body, and can't help but think that he had it coming.

It was such a bad thing to think about, considering the state he was in, but with his job, it was coming sooner or later. That's what happens when you work with drugs.

I didn't know what to say to him, I wouldn't know if he could hear me or not anyway, but I didn't have any words. I just sat there awkwardly, scanning over his injured self, thinking about all the times I missed him when I was younger.

Now those times were just memories and I had finally come to realise that he was gone for good from my life.

He made the mistake of leaving the family, leaving us all in heartbreak, but he said it was for us. It wasn't. After working five months, while still in contact with us, he suddenly dropped everything and ran. We got no more messages saying what he was doing. The drug business had dragged him in.

The drug lords had dragged in another little toy to do their dirty work for them. Had him wrapped around their little fingers.

All the while I was there, his breathing was steady, up and down slowly. When I decided it was time to leave him, I grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze, and I swear I saw his heart rate speed up.

A loud alarm went up through the room and there was a red flashing light above the bed head. A nurse rushed in and practically pushed me out of the room, as another nurse and who I assumed was a doctor ran into the room. I couldn't even get a word in before they had taken his bed and wheeled it down the hall away from me.

As I watched them run away from me, an alarm still going on, the first nurse turned back and flashing me an apologetic smile. Ignoring it I spun and went to the elevator, leaving the hospital in confusion.

Kind of a short chapter here I guess. Oh well.

I only added a little backstory in this chapter as I have another idea for further along the story line, to add a little bit of drama in it.

If you found something you really like or related to, please comment about it, I'd love to read it. Maybe something you didn't love about it, comment that too. I can deal with criticism. I know some of my readers love to criticise me.

Later dudes.

-tittleworks