Lily's POV
"Less than two weeks til graduation," my grandmother sings aloud one day.
My grandmother had brought the three little pigs back home since they started getting a lot more better. At least for Dante and Drew. As for Nick. I wasn't sure.
"Not excited for it, but yeah," I chuckled it off.
I wasn't so excited for graduation. My speech was shitty crap. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up.
"Oh remember, sweetheart, you're bringing Nick to his appointment," my grandmother says sweetly.
"Alright," I made a self note for Nick's physical therapy appointment.
The door bell rang, so I sprinted to the door to get it. My friends (Noah, Dylan, Talia, Chrissy, Oliver, and Riley), with tons of breakfast foods in their arms, stood smiling big at the door step. "Good morning!" Jordan exclaimed.
"It's..." I paused for a second and checked my phone for the time, "not even 6:30 yet..."
We didn't say another word, and they started to come inside my house. I didn't even say anything.
"Oh! Sweethearts you didn't need to bring anything..." my grandmother says as my friends lay the food in the kitchen. "I was going to make pancakes.." She sighs.
"It's okay. You deserve it after dealing with these monkeys," Noah said then grabs my brothers-gently-into a hug.
My grandmother sighs, and smiles it off as she sets the kitchen table. Chrissy and Oliver were setting up the food. Riley and Talia were washing and drying the remaining dishes in the sink. Noah and Dylan were with my brothers. As for me I was busy with typing up my speech. Even with neat handwriting they won't except it.
I deeply sighed as I continued. "You aren't getting breakfast until you finish it...this is not just for you but for everyone...make it special," My grandmother's voice rang in my head. I gave another great sigh as I worked my fingers on the keyboards. I felt pain rush through my fingertips, fingers, hands, and even my wrists.
The sound of plates clangingーif that is even the right wordーin the kitchen. The sound of laughter in the living room. The sound of soft whispers among my friends. All of that rung in my ears. I inhaled and exhaled and continued typing...
I made a reminder to myself to bring Nick to his appointment today.
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"Don't sweat about it," Noah reassures as he rubbed my shoulder gently. I just gave my speech in. Typed and everything.
I breathed in and out, and looked at him, "I hope so. My first speech was screwed up...I don't know about this one..."
Noah and I were with Nick at his doctor's appointment at physical therapy because he's complaining about muscle and back pain. I watched my brother do simple tests and challenges.
"Hey on the bright, whatever you wrote is going to blow the crowd away," he smiles.
"Yeah if you mean by 'blow away' you shock the whole audience because of what I said then yes. It'll blow their minds," I sighed.
Noah slowly intertwined his hand into mine. Holding and caressing my hand with care not saying a single word. He didn't want to argue. Every time he does these little things he doesn't want to argue. Especially at a time like this.
The physical therapy session was held at the hospital Dad was staying at. Dante and Drew have been feeling a lot better. My dad I haven't heard a lot about.
We were sitting in the little waiting room nearest the doors. The doors swung open and it was my dad. He was in a hospital robe. His hair a huge mess. Eyes bloodshot and puffy from probably crying. He was sitting in a wheel chair. He tapped his fingers rapidly. As for his legs...
I didn't hesitate to jump into big hug. I was still intertwined with Noah, so I ripped my hand out of his and raced to my dad. I was about to give him a hug, until the nurse started saying, "Don't! We don't want to cause anymore pain!"
More pain?
"What do you mean?" I could already fill bad news kill me. Before the nurse told me the truth, my dad cut us off.
"Honey, let's not talk that. C'mon let's go to Nick," my dad suggested.
Noah just right behind slipped his hand into mine again as we followed my father and the nurse to Nick. Nick was just finishing up.
Nick had tried doing stretches to help his back pain, but it just hurt him more. The minute he saw Dad he hopped off the chair and limped over to my dad. He tried to hug him, but same response from the nurse.
"Alright," Nick had formed tears in his eyes. He sat on the table again to be examined. As he waited he held his legs to his chest ignoring ever inch of pain killing him inside.
Dad was taken to his session across the room. I watched my dad struggle to get up with only half of him working. The nurses surrounding him tried giving support. He pushed them away one by one. Dad reached for the bars to start walking. The nurses and aides watched as he struggled to walk. Everyone in the room watched as this poor paralyzed man put every strength and energy to this.
Dad moved slowly as he tried to walk again. He was about to take a step and then-
He crashed to the ground. So much disappointment in his eyes. I rushed to help him, but he looked at me with a blank stare.
"Leave..." he whispered.
"Dad..." I whispered. "Please let me help you..."
"Leave...now...," he repeats once again.
"Please...dad...," I saw tears form in his eyes.
"Leave!" He hissed.
I felt Noah's arms grab me and pull me back. I felt the whole universe in slow motion as I watched the nurses and aides help him up into his wheelchair. I felt Nick struggle over to me. He wrapped his little arms around me and cried. He and I cried so hard to look at the pain our own father was going through.
He never yells. He is never pessimistic. He is never moody. He is positive. He is the sunlight.
"We have to go," I think Noah says as he takes us away. I watched in a distance as my dad was wheeled away farther and farther from us.
When we finally got to the car, and Noah started driving, I could hear not just me but Nick cry. The small sniffles and cries of pain.
"Is he going to be okay?" Nick says eventually.
By the looks of it. I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear any news. I decided not to say anything because I knew I'd make something worse. I kept quiet the rest of the way home.
I wasn't ready to face the fact everything that happened happened.
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