Pete's POV
A heard a beep, a small one.
"She's back!" One of the doctors called. I sucked in oxygen as fast as I could. She was gonna make it. I walked over and took her hand.
"C'mon Big Bird, I'm waiting." I said. I heard a knock and turned to see Meagan and Bronx.
"I-" I began, she cut me off. Bronx hugged my leg.
"It's gonna be okay, we'll get through this, she's gonna pull through I promise." Meagan said. I loved her.
"Daddy, why won't sissy wake up? Why is she in the hospital? Is she sick?" He asked.
"Sissy is gonna wake up soon, she's sick but she's gonna get better and we're gonna help her. You think you can do that bud?" I asked.
"Yes, I love sissy and will make her better." He smiled. Patrick, Andy and Joe stood on one side of her when we heard a small moan. Her eyes fluttered.
"Dada?" She whispered. Tara reveiled her hazel green eyes, to the world once again.
Tara's POV
My mom was screaming now, I felt another pull on my chest. I could breathe a little better. I heard voices. Bonx? he was up there, time to go back to what I ran away from.
"Goodbye mommy." I said. She hugged me. I drifted upwards. Things became white and then heavy. I groaned. My eyes opened. Everyone looked down at me.
"Dada?" I whispered.
"Yeah Big Bird it's me." He said. Tears formed in his eyes. I was crying now too.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered. I went to lift my hands to push my self up, but realizd I was restrained?
"Why are these here?" I asked.
"They didn't know how you would react when you woke up, I'm sure they'll be off momentarily." He assured me. As if on cue a doctor and nurse came in.
"Can we get these off?" I asked. He nodded. the nurse undid the restraints, I was pulled into a hug. Then I realized, I was supposed to be dead. I shouldn't be here. Tears. Hot and wet started dripping down my face. The doctor asked everyone to leave besides my dad. I looked down and saw my lower arms in bandages. I realized a small tube hooked into my nostrils and things hooked up to my hand and chest. keeping me alive. alive. I failed.
"So, Tara, I'm Dr. Sanders. I'm your pyschologist. How are you doing right now?" he asked. I looked up, how was I? I genuinely didn't know. I shrugged.
"Aw c'mon something has to be going through that whirlwind mind of your." He said smiling. I looked.
"numb, empty, failure. Those are my thoughts in that order." I said flatly. I looked, my dad looked like he was a second away from his very heart shattering.
"Well, that's natural, I assure you with time it will pass." He smiled as he stood up.
"I think we should continue this conversation later." He said.
I don't.
Dr. Sanders took my dad out into the hall. When Dad reutrned he looked at the ground.
"They are going to move you to the psychiatric war for a 72-hour period to asses your mental state." He said.
I couldn't speak, I had nothing to say. What could I say?
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Sweetie, it's okay, I was in your position not too long ago, we will get through this." He assured me.
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One Maniac at a Time
FanfictionPete's girlfriend died in childbirth leaving him with a beautify baby girl, Tara. As she grows up she slowly becomes her own person but can she escape her father's shadow even if he never meant to cast it. *Slight trigger warning for future chapte...
