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«s i x t y»

She got back with an old, rusty wheelchair.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't find another one. The ones that were brand new are taken."

The brand new one like the ones with a remote control? Cool!

"It's okay. Let's go to my stepmom now."

She nodded and smiled softly. She pushed the wheelchair further to me so I could sit on it properly.

I rolled smoothly out the door and to the next room. The door was open already. I saw someone holding her hand. It was... my dad?

Why did he not come to me? Does he not love me anymore?

Hmm... Maybe he didn't know that I was in the crash, too.

"Dad?"

Tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly stood up and ran to me. It was weird because it fely like he was hugging my wheelchair and not me.

"Oh honey, you were in the crash too?"

I made a -_- face.

"No, I tripped on a rock. Yes I was in the crash too."

"That wasn't funny at all.."

he mumbles.

"Anyway, you got any better?"

I nodded. I don't know what happened, but it turned in to a concerned face to a serious one. We had a staring contest for minutes until the nurse closed the door.

We looked at the door and back to eachother. We started laughing a bit. I wiped his tears away.

"I'm going to be just fine, dad. Don't worry."

He hugged me once more and pushed me back to my room.

"Rest for now."

He gave me a kiss on my forehead and left the room. I soon started falling asleep again. I only saw the edges of my eyelids flowing over my pupils and it went dark.