daddy | oliver sykes

Chapter 18

Song of the day :-

Wait by Knuckle Puck

Tyler is gone. Natalie still cannot accept it. She treated Tyler like her own younger brother. She keeps blaming herself for not being responsible of her patient. She should have gone to the hospital and be with the kid. There's so much things she wanted to say to Tyler but it was all too late.

No matter what Natalie say or do, she still cannot not bring him back to life. She just has to accept the fate, maybe it's for the best. The poor kid doesn't have to suffer anymore. He's in a better place now, Natalie told herself.

Back in the hospital room, Natalie is still sitting beside her mother, hoping for a miracle. It has been a week and Bea still hasn't shown a single sign of waking up. It's getting critical, Natalie knows it.

"Mom, please wake up. Don't you wanna talk to me anymore? I miss you. I have so many things to say." Natalie said, looking at her mother's pale face.

No response, of course. Just the sound from the heart rate monitor can be heard. It's getting weaker and weaker day by day though.

"Hey Nat, I brought you some food." Oliver and Chelsea came into the room with some food.

"Ok." She replied, short.

"I mean Nat, I understand, we are all sad but you have to take care of yourself too. You cannot just sit here the whole time." Oliver said. He is actually concerned about Nat.

"Shut up Oliver, you don't understand. My mom is dying and I can't do anything about it. It fucking hurts you know." She snapped,, like suddenly.

"I know how you feel-"

"Don't act like you're close with my mom. I hate it. I hate you. Get out."

Nat doesn't even look at Chelsea while Oliver just stand there, not really sure what to say.

"C'mon Chelsea, let's get out of here."

The two of them are about to leave when suddenly the heart rate monitor beeps slower and slower,

and eventually becomes flatline.

"Mom!! Oh my god! Doctor! Doctor!!" Natalie screamed in panic. Oliver is shocked too.

The doctor and nurses came running into the room, quickly preparing for countershock.

First shot....

Second shot...

Third shot......

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You will be missed, Bea.