Meredith's POV
"Shssss, please keep it down she really struggled before going to sleep," I heard Pamela whispering as she tried to get off the bed. I took a bath, cried, ate, and then cried. we talked, and I cried, then fell asleep. That was basically all I needed. She was trying not to move too much, but I was already awake.
"Is she okay?" I heard my Dad hush as they walked to the door.
"Dad," I whispered, turning to face them as they both stood still as if they were caught doing something. I understand Pamela was tiptoeing because she wanted me to rest, but I could barely sleep anyway.
"Umm, and she is awake," Pemala whispered. "Is he out?" I asked, pulling myself up.
"Honey," my dad mumbled. "Dad, I asked if he was out," want to hear something from him, anything I just want him out so I can finally take a well-deserving breath. I just want to know if he is okay.
