Darrell was a pretty nice guy, he bought a crib, a seat for Jake, some bibs and clothes, bowls, cups, baby monitors and diapers. He was thinking ahead, something the baby's aunt couldn't do.
He placed the crib in our room, I wasn't ready to place the baby in the guest room, sure we had baby monitors and all, I wanted to be near the baby, make sure he was safe. I was tasked with taking care of him, he's my nephew afterall, and I'll make sure I do it to my best capacity.
I sat on a chair in the sitting room with Jake on my laps and then it hit me, my dad was in shock or at least he was in my dream, but Darrell had said it wasn't a dream. Was he actually in shock? Could he be? I hope not. What was I doing? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I need to check on my dad.
I ran to Darrell with Jake, who was laughing at the movement, in my arms. I had to know how my dad was, I couldn't lose him too. I couldn't lose him, it would break me.
"What's wrong" He asked.
"My dad! Where's he? How's he?" I asked.
"He went into shock and had an heart attack, he's currently in a coma" Darrell replied with his head hung low.
"And you didn't deem it fit to mention this to me" I cried.
"I'm sorry, with what happened to your sister, knowing what happened to your dad could make you worse" He replied.
"Do I feel better now, huh, tell me" I shouted, forgetting I was holding a baby till Jake cried.
I hugged Jack and rocked him slowy while glaring at Darrell, letting him know I was not pleased with his actions.
"I'm sorry Mars, it was wrong for me to hide that from you. Forgive me please, will you forgive me, I'll do anything" He said and my heart melted.
"Alright, I forgive you, but you have to take me to the hospital he's at" I replied.
"Ok, I will" He said.
"I meant now, let's go" I say and we hop into the car once more.
At the hospital, I'm heart broken at how my dad looks. He's usually so active and all that. You won't even be able to tell that he was nearing seventy. He looks so fragile, weak and all that and it broke me, this was the first time I had seen him in an hospital, my dad didn't do hospitals. He was always full of life, never had any cause to be in an hospital but look at him now.
"Ms. Banks?" A voice said and I hand Jake to Darrell and turn to see who it was.
"I'm Officer Daniels from the police station, my partner went to your house and I, the hospital, to check for you. I've got some news about your sister's killer" The voice said.
"Go on" I replied keeping my voice as steady as possible, I needed to be calm, the reason? I just felt that I needed to steady myself before hearing the news.
"It was indeed a wolf, Flynn Stone, we found him a mile away from the scene with a slit throat. He committed suicide..." He said.
Everything the officer said after 'he committed suicide' wasn't registered by me. How dare that wolf kill himself. Who gave him the right! How dare he! He killed my sister then himself, why! He could have killed himself without killing my sister, he didn't need to, why did he do that! 😖ðŸ˜
I fell to the ground, angry at the world. Suddenly a rapid ringing sounds in my ear and I turn to my dad. He's gasping for air so I call for a doctor telling them my dad was awake and he was gasping for air.
A doctor and some nurses pile in and someone shouts 'code blue' and I freeze, from my experience with medical dramas that was definitely not a good thing.
I'm pushed out of the ward and left in the lobby, scared. After what felt like forever, a doctor approached me.
"Ms. Banks?" He said and I nodded.
He had a downcast look on his face but that could mean anything, it couldn't mean what I suspected. IT COULDN'T! I CAN'T LOSE MY DAD!.
Despite all the shouting and whatnot in my head, I couldn't stop the terrible news from coming forth.
"He woke up from his coma and heard something that made him have another heart attack. I'm sorry, we tried our best but it wasn't enough, he died" The doctor said and I lowered my head, crying.
That was when I truly broke. I lost the two people closest to my heart, my only family, in succession. I hadn't even had time to process my sister's death before my dad joined her.
I was now an orphan like Jake, huh. It was my fault, if I'd waited for tomorrow before visiting my dad, I'd have been told the news at home and my dad won't have gone into an heartattack he would have lived.
"If it's any consolation..." The doctor said and I snapped my head up, wondering what it was that would make me feel better.
"Your dad had a terminal disease, Puwunekikfofoidkop slidlizodod and would have died at any moment" The doctor said.
( Ps: That's a fake disease, I randomly typed the letters on my keyboard )
It didn't make me feel better one bit, at least if he died from that disease, it wouldn't have been my fault. Darrell came close to me, probably to hug me or something but I did a stop gesture, I didn't want to be touched.
I rushed out of the hospital hyperventilating, my face filled with tears. Darrell rushed after me and when he tried to come closer I stopped him. I calmed myself and went inside the car, Darrell did too and we drove home.
That was the day, I got lost, that I lost myself. I've not been the same ever since and I probably never will.