American Is My Father?! (Chapter 4)

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When I wake up I'm in a hospital room alone. I hear a steady beeping noise and feel a mask over my mouth and nose. My eyes unfocus then focus again when someone opens the door and comes in. He comes over to the side of my bed and looks at me. I turn my head so I can see him better. "Hey dude." He says. I smile at him slightly. America, the one who saved my life. "Are you feeling better?" I nod wondering if I should talk or not. His face brightens. "Thats great, I mean once you can leave we can go home to my house!" I look at him confused. "W-what about my mom?" My voice is hoarse and it hurts to talk. "Well actually..." He scratches the back of his head. "What?" I cough. "She's in jail..." His voice trails off and I relax. I mean I'm not nessaseritly happy shes in jail but she deserves it. "So now the question is, do you want to live with me?" He pauses, but then continues. "I am your father in case you didn't know yet." I process what he says before I answer. "I-I know." He smiles even wider before kissing the top of my head and leaving. Not long later I fall asleep.

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Authors Note:
Hey guys! This one is kinda slow sry! Anyways thanks for waiting for this chapter it took a while!! Love ya all thanks!

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