I stood in the doorway of my fathers hospital room.

My dad looked so hopeless lying there. His eyes were closed, and his chest was the only thing moving. His chest rising up and down with every breath he took. Dad had a black eye, bruises and cuts all over his face. His right leg was laid out on a pillow, with a cast and all. His right arm also had a cast.

I felt a hand softly placed on my waist. Then Ash began to walk from behind me, pushing me along with him into my fathers hospital room.

Then we stopped, and his hand was gone, leaving warmth where his hand was now gone from my waist. I looked behind me. Ash nodded and lightly pushed me forward.

I took a seat next to my dads bad, and put my hand by his hand that was in a cast.

"Dad?" I whispered, trying to hold back the tears that had stopped when I saw my dad in his hospital bed. I guess it just took me by surprise.

"My dad slowly opened his eyes." I sighed.

"Daddy?" I haven't called him that since I was like nine. He smiled.

"Faith." he half whispered. Tears began to spill out of the corners of my eyes.

"Daddy don't leave me." I whispered. He looked so weak.

"I'm not going anywhere." he said, and with his good arm and wiped the tears off my cheek, but winced from pain.

"Daddy are you ok?" I asked frantic.

"I'm fine Faith. I will be out of this place soon." I ignored him knowing that he was going to be here for a long time.

"Daddy what happened?" I whispered.

"Well I don't remember much..." he took a minute to think. "I remember driving, and then a car hit me from the back sending me off the road... then the side of the car hit something, I hit my head... and then I woke up and saw my beautiful baby girls face." he smiled. I did too, but this just made more tears flow. "Honey, please don't cry. I'm going to be fine. I just have to stay here for a while that's all."

"Are you positive you will be ok?" dad nodded his head, but winced again. I looked at him concerned.

"I'm just a little sore kindo." he chuckled.

"Do you want me to get the doctor?" I asked.

"No, no I'm ok." he said. I nodded. Dad thought for a minute and then laughed.

"What?" I asked. Confused.

"I was just remembering something." he said.

"Tell me?" I asked.

"I was remembering when you were little, you were going through this phase where you wanted to be a doctor. You said that being a doctor was what you wanted to do when you got big like me, and you would put band-aids everywhere." he chuckled again. "Your mother," he thought for a moment. "your mother, she went out and bought you this whole doctor play set. A doctors coat and all. You loved it so much. You never wanted to take that thing off.

I was sick with a very bad case of the flu one day, and you came into my room with your doctors coat on, and kit in hand. As you pretended to make my sickness go away, you promised me that you would always make me feel better when ever I was sick, or sad. That you were my personal doctor. And you have always managed to keep that promise. Whether you noticed it or not, you have always made me feel better.

When you mother died, I didn't think I was going to ever going to be able to go on with my life. But then I saw you, all smiles for me. Trying to cheer me up some. And at that moment that I saw you smile, even though you were as sad as could be, I knew that I could go on, because you were my personal doctor. You healed me when ever I was sad. You healed me now." he finished. I was smiling from his story, but then frowned.

"Dad, I can't heal your injuries from the car accident." I said.

"No, no you cant. But you can heal all the pain I'm feeling, just by being here." I smiled, and wiped away the last of my tears. "That a girl." he said, smiling. "How did you even get here sweetheart?" he asked.

"Oh, my friend Ash gave me a ride." I said. I turned around to find that Ash wasn't there. I hadn't even realized he left the room.

"Well that was nice of him."

"Yeah. It was." I said smiling. My dad smiled back.

"Honey, you should head on home. You look tired."

"I could stay here tonight." I said.

"No, no I don't want you to have to stay here. I will be fine. Go home and get some rest."

"you sure?" I asked. I want sure if I should leave him or not. He didn't seem like he was too to bad, but you can never be too careful.

"I'm positive." I nodded, stood up and kissed my dad on the forehead.

"Night Daddy." I whispered.