*knock knock*
i looked up to see my father in a wheelchair by my hospital door.
"dad." i said tearfully.
"indie." he slowly stood up from his wheelchair, taking a seat on my bed, hugging me tight.
"dad, you gave your lung to dallas?"
"that can wait. but this can't. you got in a car accident? indie, honey, are you okay? are you in pain?" he asked examining my injuries.
i winced a little, feeling a little pain.
"dad, i'm a little banged up, but i'll be fine."
"indie, what did i tell you about driving. i only say what i do to protect you."
"i know dad. i know."
i gave him another hug and took the moment to appreciate all he has done for me in my life.
"so you have one lung now?"
he gave me a hearty laugh.
"yes. i guess i do."
"dad, why'd you do that."
"because i knew you would and because i knew you couldn't lose anther person. i wanted to protect you."
i smiled a warm smile and closed my eyes briefly.
"thank you dad, really, i'm really thankful to have a father like you in my life."
"it's you and me against the world."
"till the end."
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
