Everythings Changing Baby-Sequel to Im the daughter...of Tony Perry?!

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/Delilahs POV/

I dont know when the world started or when it will stop. How dinosaurs were created or how people became the highest creatures in the world today. I dont know how long it took for human kind to realize we need a ruler to lead or rules to live by. But there is something I do know. Life, while cruel and unfair, wont ever put you through more than you can handle. No matter what happens, wether your parents divorce or you have no idea who your parents are, life will give you breaks when needed then push you farther. And its ok to fall and cry sometimes. Just dont stop.

The next day, Noah, Laylah, and I were on a flight to San Diego to see Tony. Noah hasnt let my hand go once since we got on the plane. My heart hasnt beat right since he told me that Tony may never speak or play guitar or even live again.

My throat tightens at the thought and I have to hold back my cry with my hand. I grab onto Noahs hand across Laylahs airplane seat, his grip trying to be the glue holding me together. I gasp and pinch my eyes shut, pushing my hand against my chest as though I could keep the sobs back. But ultimately, I fail and let the tears drop onto my thighs and shirt.

People whisper and ask the stewardess to ask me to quiet down but I just ignore them. Laylah grows restless beside me, fidgeting in her harness and puckering her face like shes about to cry too. I reach over and unbuckle her, picking her up and cradling her against my chest. She release a heart shattering cry into my shoulder, one that catches the attention of other passengers and even the stewardess's too. I move side to side, holding her head into the blanket on my shoulder to try and muffle her cries. She doesnt stop, only gets louder as my grip on her grows tighter.

"Delilah, honey," Noah says softly beside me.

I turn and look at him.  His face is tired and exhausted looking, his eyes a little hollowed and his cheeks loosing color slowly. His arms are held out towards Laylah, motioning to take her. I shake my head no at him and clutch her tighter. She cries louder and starts to squirm in my arms. I place her in my lap on her back and give her her pacifier, hoping it will calm her. She sucks on the small blue plastic for a bit, her cries muted as the color fades from her cheeks. I wipe at her tears in attempt to erase the events of a few minuets ago but her cheeks keep staying wet and slick. It takes me a minuet to realize it isnt her. Its me.

I take a staggering breathe and blow out, leaning forward on my elbows so my hands can hold up my head and just sob. The tears continue to drip onto my daughters face but she remains calm and quiet, keeping her bright blue eyes on me and me only. I lay my head down onto hers and cradle her into me, encircling her into my lap. I let loose, dripping tear after tear onto my daughter and not caring who sees. Oh Tony,  why now?

The flight lasts for another 3 hours till we finally land in the San Diego airport. The check out went as qucik as possible, with only a few glances at Noah and I. Id just bounce Laylah on my hip and turn away, hoping my daughter doesnt pick up judgemental traits like the world has. Noah does most of the talking and calling a taxi when we head outside.  The sun beats down on all of us, making me strip off Laylahs jacket and shoes, leaving her in black leggings and a shirt Jaime gave her that says" Bassist rock the bass" when they were shopping in NYC.

We all pile into a small yellow taxi and Noah gives him directions to the hospital where Tony was at. We had made plans to head there first then go over and stay at Tony and the guys house. I had been group messaging them all day, telling them when we were close and making sure it was ok that we crash at their house. They kept saying repeatedly that it was more than ok, that they wouldn't want us anywhere else. Mike even threatened to hunt us down in our hotel amd drag us to there house.

God I missed them so much.

The drive to the hospital was about 25 or 30 minuets long, seeing as though traffic was worse than the annoucement of concert tickets in a highschool. It was a quiet drive, the only conversation between Noah and the taxi driver whos name I learned was Eric. He was 40 and had 3 kids in their early 20s. He continued on with his story to Noah while I gazed down at Laylah in my lap. Her small fist was inside her mouth,  her eyes glancing betweeen Noah and me. She reached down with her other hand and grabbed at her foot. She made eye contact with me and giggle deliciously,  her dimples shining brightly in her chubby cheeks. I couldnt help but crack a smile at her.

We arrived at the hospital and dragged our things inside, not before paying Eric and me whispering for Noah to give him a little extra in the tip. He gave me a quizzical look but did it anyway. I waited to see Erics face when he saw how big the tip was. His eyes widened and he looked up through the passenger door window and tipped his hat at me. I gave him a small salute and turned to catch up with Noah, who was already checking for Tonys room and informing the nurse that we weren't visitors that we were family.

"Sir, I'm sorry but Mr. Perry is not up to seeing any visitors right now. Only family is permitted to go back. Please come back and see him during visitors hours which are posted on the door." She motioned back towards the door we had just walked through. I stepped up beside Noah, Laylah squirming on my hip.

"Theres been some mistake, were family." I say to the small woman.

She only shakes her head and looks down at a clip board, flipping a paper back and forth like she was actually looking for something and not making excuses. "No, im sorry. All the family listed for Mr. Perry has already signed in." I tune her out further on from that. I pull on Noahs arm till hes facing me and him Laylah whos begun to cry and fidget in my hands. He takes her but keeps his eyes on me.

"Delilah what-" I walk past him, tuning him out. Tuning out the nurse behind the desk whos calling out to me to stop and that I cant go back there. Tuning out other nurses and doctors trying to stop till I finally have to break into a run. Then it hits me. I dont even know where im going. I didnt catch the room number or even if im on the right level. I just keep running and running.

I glance at rooms on either side of the hall, checking to see if I can spot Tony. A older woman with tubes in her nose and wrist flashes by on my left. A child with the end of his right leg missing flashes past after her. On the right side I spot two teens in rooms beside each other with bandages on their bodies and cuts all over their face. Next, I pass by a man lying on his back covered in bandages and stitches and hooked up to so many machines its like he was half technology. I stop just a few feet from his door. I walk back till im standing just outside the mans door way and turn my head to look inside.

Tony?

His tattoos stand out the most, some still there but most are stitched and bandaged. Next his diamond on his cheekbone shines out at me, the light hitting it just right. Lastly, his face while puffy and beaten up looked just like Laylahs. The two too relatable to not think that they were blood. I take a step inside and stop.

"Tony?" I ask, my voice breaking and weak.

He doesnt respond, of course he doesnt respond. Thats what a coma does. It takes the human, the lively and loving, out of a person and leaves the carcess behind. His skin was rough looking and pale. He had about 10 different types of tubes and liquids dripping in and out of him. His head, arms, and legs were all bandaged and covered in white gauze tape, making him look half mummy. His eyes were shut and a tube was keeping his mouth ajar. His hands were stitched and limp by his side, the tattoos on his knuckles unrecognizable. Overall, he made my heart clench and break and piece together and break again a thousand times over.

"Tony," I breathed softly, drifting towards his bedside and taking his big warm hand in mine. His palms were calloused and rough but I held it to my cheek anyway. The tears slipped down my face onto the bed spread, some sliding down to Tonys hand and down his arm. He looked so, quiet. His chest rose and fell gently, almost mechanically, like he had no chose but to breathe. I leaned over the bed railing and just looked at him, cupping his hand on my cheek like he did when I was younger and did something he was proud of.  Feet pounded in the room, womens voices shouting before going silent, doctors shouting for us to be removed from the premiss but cutting off mid command, a baby crying and whailing but going calm and still. I slowly slide Tonys hand off my cheek and back onto the matress, refusing to let go of what little contact I had with him.

One pair of footsteps walked up behind me and knelt down just a little behind me. I didnt have to look back to see that it was Noah kneeling beside me, wrapping a arm around my shoulder and pulling me close because hes the only who would. I shrugged him off and kept my eyes on Tony.

"Delilah baby, its ok." Noah comforted softly, rubbing his hand on my back. I broke down then and there, sob after sob racking my body. I leaned over the small gray railing seperating Tony and I and laid my head down beside him, running my thumb over the back of  his hand. I muttered in audible words and phrases, my throat tightening from the tears.

"Oh daddy,"