Matthew's POV
My father was lying there on the bed and my mother sitting beside him. There were tons of tubes attached to him and a constant beeping and wheezing of machines checking his vitals.
Lizzy leaned over and kissed his forehead. He slowly opens his eyes. "Hey sweetheart-" he said in a weak voice. At this moment all I wished for was to hear his strong voice nagging me again like he used to.
"Dad," Lizzy sobs hugging him. At this point, I was done packing and Meredith was already dressed up and ready to leave.
"Dad someone wants to say hello," I heard Lizzy say turning the phone over so my dad could see me. I didn't know what to say looking at him in that state. I spent half of my life arguing with him. We only started seeing eye to eye. We need more time together. There has to be more time.
