Chapter 33. Being Strong

Dad was moved into a recovery room three days later. I stayed and would not leave him alone for one week straight. Nate would come and go with my stuff and my meals.

Dad's near-death ordeal was a memory, that I still couldn't erase from my mind. I would still cry myself in the hospital bathroom, just so he would see me stay strong for him. While in actuality I was hanging by a thread. If Nate hadn't stayed with me every night at the hospital and accompanied me, I would lose my mind watching Dad sleeping every night and making sure that he would wake up the next morning.

After his office hours, Nate would go back to his place then stay with me in the hospital, and hold me to sleep in his arms. Bridgette would come by and bring me lunch and accompany me, keeping me sane, whenever Nate was too busy with his work.

I had just gotten back from the toilet when I heard laughter coming from my dad. Then I saw Bridgette, and it just warmed my heart.

"Ah, there she is,