Rosie's POV
No, no no no no NO. My eyes started to well up with tears and I choked back a loud sob. I felt arms wrap around me and realized they were my mother's, so I sunk into her and cried my heart out. I heard in the distance "CLEAR!" being repeated over and over until I heard nothing. We looked up when we saw the staff and doctors leave the room. One noticed us and walked over to us,
"Do you know Mason Park?" He asked us.
"Yes we do, I'm his wife and this is our daughter. Is he... is he..." My mother couldn't finish her sentence.
"No, he isn't dead. We were able to restart his heart. But he is going to be moved into another room with better equipment." He explained. I let out a huge sigh of relief. He's still alive. I heard my mother thank the doctor over and over again for saving him. He said that once they move him to the other room, we can see him, but he'll probably be sleeping. We nodded and waited for him to get wheeled out on the hospital bed. He looked lifeless; skin completely colorless and you could barely see him breathing.
They just moved him a few rooms down, but there were a lot of different machines in there with what looked like hundreds of tubes and wires. There were different beeping happening constantly which was annoying because I couldn't think straight. The floors and walls were white and there was the horrible hospital smell. The really need to pick a different air freshener or something. The two of us sat there in silence just watching over him. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I nervously took it out. I didn't want it to be y/n. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was from Lisa.
Lili💛: hey park, i was
wondering if you wanted
to hang out today?
(a/n: the emoji is a yellow heart)
I read her message and felt bad because I knew I couldn't hang out with her. I didn't want to have her see me like this, broken and lost. I texted a reply saying that it was a family day today. She said it was fine and she'll see me tomorrow. Reality hit me when I remembered that tomorrow was Monday and I had the government exam. I squeezed my eyes shut day in anger and as I was about to get up and leave to get a drink to cool off,
"Hello" I whipped my head over to the bed in the room and saw my father's eyes open and looking between my mother and I.
"Can I have water, my throat hurts." He asked, his voice all scratchy. I grabbed the cup of water next to him and he drank it. He looked down with a guilty expression.
"Why?" My mother voiced out. I looked at him, awaiting that same answer. He sighed and spoke,
"I needed to get away from reality. The company I work at was going to go bankrupt and I was going to get let go. I knew I needed to make money, so I turned to a job that I knew could get a lot of money fast. Selling drugs. So I met up with a lady named Sydney and she helped. I then turned to the drugs as an escape," he glanced up at us and continued, "I started doing them 2 months ago in Australia and I've done them everyday since. I can't not go a day without them or I start to have withdrawals. And Friday, I didn't have any that whole day, so I texted Sydney to go to the restaurant to give me some."
"Have you always done them in these lethal doses?" I asked,
"Yes, it helps me cope."
"Bullshit! You knew we were here for you and you went behind both our backs to do something really fucking illegal. You locked us out when you said you loved us and would tell us anything. But you just had to go and break that promise. Aren't you good at making promises you can't keep. You could've just died and you still can because you're under complete surveillance." I stormed out the room and slammed the door shut on the way out. I couldn't be near him. I always looked up to him and respected him a lot, but after today I don't know how I feel. Part of me wants to hate him, but the caring side of me loves him too much.
I walked aimlessly around for an hour and ended up on the front step of y/n's home. I wanted her to be near me and comfort me right now. I lifted my hand and knocked on the door. After a few seconds I heard it unlock and there she was; wearing a baggy shirt with pajama pants. She was still half asleep, as she was rubbing her eyes trying to wake up. I reached out and slowly stopped her hands from rubbing her eyes,
"Stop rubbing them, it irritates your eyes." I softly said. She finally opened her eyes enough to see that it was me and they ever so slightly widened. She was about to speak, but instead she let out a yawn and mumbled a sorry. I just laughed because it was cute and told her sorry for coming here unexpectedly.
"No, it's fine. I just wasn't expecting you at 9am. I'm usually in bed until 10am on the weekends," She said, her voice low and raspy, "um, come in," She stated, stepping to the side to let me in. I walked in and asked if we could go up to her room.
"Yeah sure. My bed obviously isn't made, so don't go around judging me." Y/n said with a laugh. I giggled and rolled my eyes. When we made it into her room, she plopped down onto her bed and asked why I was here.
"Oh, I was just walking and I guess I just ended up here. So I decided to stop by, but I guess that wasn't the best idea; considering that you and your family were still asleep."
"No you're fine, you obviously need something or need to get something off your chest. So, tell me whatever it is, I'll be here." She said patting the space next to her on the bed. I walked over and joined her. I didn't know how to start. My dad went behind our backs and tried to kill himself basically. No that is not how I should word it. Why did this have to be so complicated.
Y/N's POV
Rosie has been looking down at her lap and playing with her fingers for the last minute or so. I could tell that the subject was a hard one on her because of her body language. So I decided to start it off,
"So, when I called you last night, did this have to do with you not sounding like yourself?" I asked quietly. She nodded but kept looking down. I sighed and reached for her hands to keep her out of her thoughts of overthinking. I rubbed my thumbs on the back of her hands, patiently waiting for her to continue. I then heard a shaky breath and I leaned down to see if she was okay, but I saw a lone tear slip out of her right eye. Sadness immediately washed over me and I let go of her hands brought her into a hug. I scooted back so I was sitting against you headboard and shifted her so she was on my lap. Her face was buried into my neck and she let herself cry. She clung onto me like I was going to leave her in that moment; my heart breaking at that realization. So I squeezed her and rubbed my hands up and down her back and whispered into her ear,
"Take your time Rosie, I got all day. I'll wait for you, okay?" She just let out more violent sobs and I felt powerless. She was so fragile and I felt like if I let her go she would break. I let her cry it all out because I could tell she needed it.
After 15 minutes her sobs became less frequent and she was sniffling every now and then. I then felt her breathing level out, guess she's asleep now. I softly smiled down at her and pushed a few strands of hair away from her face that might annoy her. I decided that I should let her sleep because she needs energy after she cried her heart out. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead,
"I know you're going to be okay, it'll just take time. And I have all the time in the world for you." And with that, I drifted off into a light sleep still holding onto her.
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