Timeless

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My heart is breaking...there are only 2 chapters left. I wanted to post this Authors note early because I need to know. I have about two chapters written for a story solely revolving around Emmeline. Everyone has said that in the last few chapters she was by far the favorite character and I honestly do love Emmeline. This story actually stemmed from an idea that I had about Emmeline and I figured that I couldn't just go with Emmeline and start off with her because it would've messed everything up and it wouldn't have made sense. So after I had written the original two chapters for Emmeline's story I got the idea of Timeless and all my focus went into this story. 

If you want, I can pick back up on Emmeline's story and publish it. I know everyone wanted to see Emmeline grow up and I just kind of whized passed it giving you tiny sneak peeks but this story would be the "missing years". 

I hope to hear from you in the comments or in a DM. 

Much Love, 

SidNick22

February-Emmeline

Dad spent five days in the hospital and we've been home now for about three. He's settling in, not very well. He's been giving a list of cannots and he's climbing the walls. Sara moved back in. We've been taking shifts with dad. Someone has to check his stitches and help him change his bandage every four hours. Carson and I live here even though it's just me right now, Carson's touring with mom, I told Sara that I would keep on it. But for her own sanity and doctor-ness, she made sure that Dad and I couldn't kick her out. 

 He can't walk the greatest yet. It's slow and strenuous and it knocks him flat on his ass when he finally comes to a halt. Sara and Dr. Pearson keep assuring us that once he's fully healed he'll be back to normal. Except he has to be careful to not exert himself. Which is hard to fathom because we're talking about a man who would swim a mile in the pool every morning winter, spring, summer, and fall.  With that being said he also can't bathe himself on his own yet either. I'm letting Sara do that. His voice hasn't come back. I'm losing hope that it ever will. He sounds normal it's just gruffer almost like he has strep throat or pneumonia. But he can't sing period. He tried in the hospital and he was so off-key and it sounded like low pitch nails on a chalkboard.  We haven't told mom yet and Mason is so pissed off. 

"We, need to tell everyone." Dad sighs.

All of us are gathered at the house. It seems that ever since dad's been home that's where we've been harboring. No one ever stays long but every day all of us are there at some point. My nieces and nephews know and it's heartbreaking watching them skirt around my dad like he's a wounded dog. In a way he is and they know they have to be gentle but none of them will even get close to him. 

"I'll post it first. Then, Josh, we have the biggest fan basis. From there everyone else can follow suit on whichever social media platforms they prefer." I suggest pulling up the picture that I've had on my background for a few days. 

It's morbid I know, a picture of me and my dad sleeping in a hospital bed together, but it was sweet and there aren't a lot of pictures of me and either of my parents. 

As I type up the Instagram post that will be linked to my twitter and my facebook, The tears threaten to fall but I hold them in. 

Daddy, I love you so much and my heart hurts for you. 

I am sad to say, but Late last week, my dad underwent emergency open-heart surgery. He is now recuperating at home and each day he is stronger than the last. While he and his heart are doing well, the surgery resulted in vocal cord damage. While it is unclear if the damage is permanent or not, we are hopeful it is not.