Meeting up with Dad

A few hours later, as you laid there propped up in bed, the nurse came by and gently made sure that you were comfortable. "I know it s a bit difficult, Tim." You had asked her to call you by your first name, saying in a slightly wry way that 'Mr. Connors' still felt like it belonged to your dad. She understood. "The shock must be incredible."

You nodded. "You could say that..."

She brushed your hair gently before she stood back up. "She had the same reaction as you did, if that helps. Though, in her case, she kept asking about you and wanted to get to you as quickly as she could. We had to sedate her pretty good, considering how erratic she was behaving."

"That's dad for you," you smiled sadly before wincing in pain slightly. "Oh...sh..."

"After what happened to you, I think you're okay using that word 'shit' in this case." She looked at your chart before nodding again and looked down at you. "She's awake, though, and wanted to know if she could see you."

You paused for a moment and slowly nodded your head. "Is that okay? I-I'd like to see her...Dad, I mean..."

The nurse nodded and after walking out of the room, came back a few minutes later pushing a wheelchair. Sitting on the wheelchair, looking no worse than when you had last seen her in class, was Deborah.

"Hey..." you began but the rest of your words were lost as the woman launched herself out of the chair and held you tightly. Your dad wasn't really the hugging sort and this was definitely something for you to get adjusted to, especially the feeling of her breasts pressing into your body. The look on your face must've been priceless as the nurse, seeing it, quickly turned around and walked out of the bedroom, probably to laugh at you.

"Um...dad?"

"Shh, be quiet for a second," was all she responded and you could feel her sobbing quietly. Her arms were still wrapped around you as yours, shakingly, went around and hugged/held your dad in a hug. "Just let me be here for a second, Tim...please..."