I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS AND STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER, I'M LIKE SUPER TIRED, AND I WANTED TO HURRY THIS CHAPTER SO IF IT'S SHORT, THEN OOPS.
[ 23th Chapter ]
A week later, my parents were still at the hospital, happily, my father had woken up, but he had to stay there for a few days, from some checkups and some shit, but Mum was still in coma, laying on the bed, her lip slightly partnered, as she breathed slowly.
When I first knew dad had woken up, me and Ricky were there, in time, and got to meet him straight away.
But the sad part was, he kept asking about mum. How she was, if she was awake. The same questions each day.
But it was starting to get better. Hopefully mum will be waking up soon as well.
I smiled at my dad, a sad smile. He was looking around his hospital room with a disgusted look on his face and he held onto the cup of tea I had brought him. "Dad?" I questioned quietly and when I didn't get any reply, I cleared my throat, and raised a brow at his blank face expression.
"Hi, Lia honey." Were the first words he said to me, today. Usually he would ask me straight away how I was doing, or tell me to hug him, or anything. He looked sad today.
"How're you doing?" I asked, slowly sitting down on a chair beside his bed.
"I'm catching up on things. I missed you guys, a lot. You know that right?" I chuckled quietly at him as he kept going on and on about how much he missed us a and loved us.
I laughed ones he started asking me questions like 'you don't have a boyfriend, right?' or 'oh my god, did I miss your birthday?' and shook my my head, no. "Dad, calm down, you've forever to ask me those questions, okay?" I said, smiling.
"Just promise me you're not pregnant?"
"Dad, how can I be pregnant if I don't have a boyfriend? No, I don't like kids, they're annoying." I rolled my eyes at his dumb question, but smiled widely at him when he started laughing.
"Are you sure? 'Cause I can whoop anyone's ass once I get out off this stupid bed." He mumbled and took a big sip from his tea.
"I'm positive." I defined him.
"You're so grown up, I mean, just about a year ago, you were my little baby, now you're getting older than me, how's that even fair? I am your father, you're not my mother." He let out a small hideous whine, but when patted me on the head. "You should probably get going, kiddo. You've homework, I'm sure!" Typical dad.
"No, dad." I cried out, pouting and when he gave me the look. The look. "Fine, maybe. But it can wait until Sunday." I said, shrugging, but he just glared at me and pursed his lips. "Gosh, do you want me to leave or something?" I asked, and stood up, and just as I was about to open the door, my father started a speech about his love for me.
"You're honestly so pretty. How could you be my child? I'm proud of you, kid. I mean, when I was young, I was chubby. And a little-too much thick. And look at you, I bet you got it from your gorgeous mother, and her family." As he kept saying how beautiful I was and I thanked him, a nurse walked in and stared at us with a weird expression.
"Okay, darlin'. Your visit time is over." The nurse said, and blasted me a fake smile and I just nodded towards her.
"Bye, dad. I love you!" I shouted as I closed the door behind me.
As the elevator took me back down to the first floor, I looked at myself in the mirror in it, and fixed my hair, not really caring that the people that were on the elevator were giving me strange looks. I needed to look good, okay? God.
