Worthy

Apologies

  ----Dameon POV----

    It's been almost three weeks and Melia's brain has reduced back to normal size, allowing the doctors to close her skull. They have reversed medication they used to put her in a coma, but she still hasn't woken up yet and now she has this machine helping her to breathing. I haven't left this room since the day she arrived. Wes brings me clothes and food. I can't fathom the idea of her opening her eyes and me not being here. “Vital signs time” the nurse says as she walks in. Other than her hourly vital checks and morning rounds, the staff stays away allowing me to take care of Melia's needs. One nurse showed me how to properly wash her body without making a mess, another nurse set me up with a physical therapist to come in and show me how to do her daily range of motion exercises. The rest whisper and stare at me like I'm some prince charming for staying by my women side. “Everything looks normal.” she declares. “Do you need anything?”

“No we good thanks.”

    She walks out leaving me and my love to start our day.

“Ok babe you wanna get cleaned up first or exercise? How about we go with exercise.”

    I start with her range of motion on her legs and work my way up her body, bending and flexing her legs, arms, and rotating her hips.

“Looks like we worked up a sweat, let's get you cleaned up.”

    Every other day I give her a light sponged bath complete with a moisturizer massage. I have even shaved her legs a few times. Her bruises are now a yellowish color and those strawberry lips are almost blemished-free. Ma brought her favorite chapstick from the gift shop. They had cut a nice patch out of her curls which is still wrapped in bandages; it makes me laugh a little only cause she's going to be so pissed when she wakes up and sees they cut her hair. Two knocks at the door rang out, “Morning hun.” Ma said softly as she entered the room. She doesn't leave much either, she has practically moved in like I have.

“Morning Ma did you get you some sleep?”

“Somewhat and what about you?” She says while yawning.

“Barely still no changes though.”

     I think Ma has a six sense on when I am getting into my feels cause she always says something to reassure me. “It's ok she will find her way back it's just taking some time. Wes said he tried to talk to you about-”

“No!”
 
    I immediately cut her off, I already knew she wanted to talk about. I had stood by what I had said in the waiting room to Pops, and he hasn't been in to see Melia, and I was more than happy to keep it that way. “Dameon, honey I know you're angry at him we all are, but he is still her father, and he has a right to see her.” I just stared at her with his blank expression. “ Look I know you're upset, I am more than anyone this is my child laying here and if I can let it go for now so can you.” I understood where she is coming from, and she gave me those big puppy dog eyes like Melia does, so I caved but I didn't have to like it.

“I'm not leaving her.”

   She gave me a smile along with a hug and left. I took my time freshening up while the doctors made their rounds with Melia. Wes started filling in for me and Ma when they came around since there were still no changes in her condition. It was more like a wait and see game.

    I wasn't expecting to see Pop standing over Melia when I walked out of the restroom, but just like the devil rises there he was. We both stare at each other, saying nothing as my body moved to her bedside. I held her hand in mine as I had a seat. We just sat there for what seemed like hours in silence, both of us staring at Melia. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” Pop said, breaking the silence. I just continued to look at her, not acknowledging him speaking. “She's my baby and all I've ever wanted for her was to have about better life than I ever had. I know you love her, but she'll always be in danger loving you... I know you know that.” It was like hearing the teacher from Charlie Brown. “Dammit son, say something!” Now that got my attention.

“Son? Not too long ago I was a thug and a corner boy who would end up in prison or the morgue, but now I'm back to being your son? Hmm, interesting.”

     Guilt swept past his face, “I shouldn't have said those things I was angry and way out of line but yes, you are still like a son to me, but put yourself in my shoes would you want your daughter dating someone like you?”

“Probably not but that's who I used to be, not who I am now. I can admit we were wrong for not saying anything but the truth is you don't know shit about me to judge if I'm right or wrong for Melia.”

“Oh I don't.” Pops said smugly. “I know your family. I know what you guys are all about. Do you think gaining a degree is going to change who you are?”

“Yeah why not it worked for you didn't it?”

      The look on his face was priceless. Deflating his over inflated ego felt great. I took the time to read over the paperwork Unc had given me and it told me everything Pops never want anyone to know about his past. “How did you-”

“It doesn't matter now does it just know I know. The thug you used to be isn't who you worked so hard to be now, so who are you to tell me I can't do the same? You could have come to me like a man and talk to me about this instead you acted like a hoe ass bitch and now look where we are. You got your little spy pumped full of hot lead and your daughter fighting for her.” 

     I could see he was uncomfortable not knowing how much I knew about his past or maybe how openly I confessed to killing someone. “Ok so tell me this since you think you have all the answers, are you willing to separate yourself from your family entirely because I had to literally run away from mine to become who I am today.”

“For her yes!”

    He was taken back by my lack of hesitation to answer him. Tears flowed down his face as he realized he had misjudged me and made a huge mistake. “ I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I took it this far. Please forgive me, son.”

“I'm not your son and I'm not the one who you need to apologize too. No matter how guilty I feel, I'm not the actual reason we're here and for that I will never forgive you. But I will make you this promise, if she doesn't make it through this neither will you.”

    I was done talking. I was done listening. I'm not the type to make idle threats, I meant my words cold-heartedly. He hurt the woman I love and I don't care who he is to her; if she doesn't make it through this Ma will be having a double funeral. I laid my head as close as I could on her lap and closed my eyes. At some point, I heard him get up and walk out.

God help him

____S/N____

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