Marina Escavel grew up in a town known for its fishing and coastal homes. Her father is one of the most well-known marine biologist in the world, so sea life is in her blood. At eighteen- years old, she's very knowledgeable about her sea life and it...
(Recommended to play the song at the top at the sign of the arrows)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Every second passed in the waiting room has me anxious. I was sitting on one of the steel chairs as Miley got me passed in to see my dad as fast as she could. Unfortunately, it seems today there seem to be a lot of people getting sick or getting some medical scares. My foot hasn't stopped bouncing since the moment I sat and all I could think about was my dad. Miley insisted on getting my throat checked and get a quick check-up with a doctor but I denied it. I just needed to calm my anxiousness.
After my mother's passing, my dad had never been the same. Working longer hours and growing in terms of paranoia. In all honesty, the whole time I thought he was just trying to avoid me as much as he could. I looked like my father more than my mother but he said he always saw some of her in me. We lost my mother during an expedition she had decided to go to. Originally, it was supposed to be both my father and her but she insisted on only she going, using me as an excuse. I remember the day she left vaguely. I was only seven and she had acted the way she did every morning: cooked the morning pancakes with fruit and coffee for her and my dad. She had even done the braid crown she did on me every morning. She had worn her long white-blonde hair in her usual bun. Her bright green eyes were shining and she had smiled all morning. The moment she walked out the door, she gave me a tight hug, told me she loved me and then left after giving my dad a kiss.
I was broken away from my memory when a doctor came out and Miley signaled me over. I immediately rise up and rush over to them as the doctor leads us to a small corner in the hospital. I look at the dark-haired middle-aged doctor as he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, moving his clipboard and looking at a document after flipping a couple of pages. He looks at us after he scanned the sheet, "Hello Marina, I'm Dr. Garcia and I am the one keeping an eye on your father. After some tests and keeping a watch on him, we are sad to inform you that your father is extremely weak and his heart is just not strong enough to be able to-" my eyes blur as his words drown out in my head. My heart beginning to hurt as a sob breaks out of my lips. I shake my head as Miley cries silently as she holds me to her body, trying to soothe my shaking form.
I felt like I had cried for hours but no matter what I did I seemed to still feel like wanting to continue crying. My throat hurt, my legs felt useless, and my head was throbbing with stress.
Once I had calmed down and had a moment to myself, Miley and the doctor led me to my father's hospital room. The moment they opened the door, I had already washed my face and worked on my breathing, but the moment I saw my father in that hospital bed, wired to all those damn hospital machines like an experiment, I nearly lost it again. I breathed in and out once again, walking close enough until I was at arms reach. I sat on the seat next to the bed and grasped his hand, my warmth from my palms enveloping his ice-cold hand.
"Papà," I almost whimpered at the sound of his struggling breaths. He slowly opened his dark eyes and groaned slightly.
"Marina?" He grasped my hand weakly. I nodded at him and began to do the breathing exercise again.
