Unseen

Chapter 10

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, do you understand me?" Pop chokes out as he holds my hand tightly between his, blue eyes sparkling with tears.

"I'll do my best," I reply with a small smile and squeeze his hand gently which he returns. He brushes the hair from my forehead and sighs.

"I'm so glad you're okay, sweetheart. We've all been so worried about you."

"I know. I heard a few different voices come through here. Speaking of, are Uncle Cal and Uncle Mike still around?" He brightens and nods quickly, giving my hand one more squeeze before scurrying out of the room. I relax against the bed with a sigh and close my eyes, grateful for a little bit of peace and quiet.

"Hey, handsome." I crack one eye open and smile at my uncle's as they walk into the room. "How're you feeling?"

"Sore," I mumble, and Uncle Mike chuckles.

"I bet. I swear to god, we need to wrap you and your pop in bubble wrap. No more hospitals, understood?" I frown and open my other eye to look at him fully.

"When I was... asleep, I guess, I heard people talking about when Pop was in the hospital a few times. What happened?" Uncle Mike and Uncle Cal share a glance, having some sort of silent conversation before Uncle Mike sighs and sits beside me.

"About twenty years ago, your pop was in a car accident. The driver of the vehicle lost control and ended up hitting a tree. The driver walked away with a few scrapes and bruises, but your pop ended up in a coma for about a week. But I guess something good did come of that experience. It made your dad realize he didn't want to be without him, and he asked him to marry him a couple weeks later if memory serves me correctly. A year later, they were married, and a year after that, you and your sister were born."

"No more hospitals?" He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Not until now, no."

"I'm sorry." He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to the side curiously.

"Why are you apologizing for someone putting you in the hospital?" I shrug and look away from the intensity of his green eyes. "You and your pop are far too alike, I swear to god." I smile a bit at that and glance back over at him.

"Thanks, I'll take that compliment." He grins and shakes his head before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"We were under strict instructions to not be too long since you need your rest, but we'll come back tomorrow, okay?" I roll my eyes and sigh.

"He's such a helicopter mom," I grumble under my breath and both of them burst out laughing at that.

"Yes, he is, but it's only because he loves you. Now listen to your mother and get some rest," he teases before they both leave the room. A few minutes later, Pop walks in scowling with Dad grinning behind him.

"Mum? Really? I am a man, thank you very much."

"So 'mom' is too feminine, but 'princess' is okay?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Both sets of eyes widen in shock, mouths gaping, before Dad starts laughing and Pop turns bright red.

"I told you he could hear!" he hisses as he repeatedly smacks Dad on the arm. I chuckle briefly before wincing at the pain in my stomach and close my eyes in an attempt to collect myself. "What else did you hear?" he asks cautiously and I slowly open my eyes to look at them.

"Oh, I heard lots. What in particular are you referring to?" I ask with a smirk and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Nope, I'm not falling for that. As far as I'm concerned, you heard nothing. Cool? Cool. I'm going to get some coffee." He spun on his heel to leave the room but Dad caught him by the elbow, successfully halting his movements.