I can hear Drew talking quietly on the phone down the hall.I can’t tell exactly what he’s saying but he looks really annoyed.A doctor comes out and tells me to follow him,glancing questioningly at Drew as he does.
I look over,Drew is enveloped in a heated discussion about something and won’t notice me leaving.
Me:He’s busy right now.
Doctor:That’s fine, right this way please.I’ll get your brother when he’s done with his phone call.
I open my mouth to tell him Drew’s not my brother,but I don’t. Instead, I let myself be ushered into the room where my Dad is sitting, now finally awake and looking rather sheepish.
Him: Cynthia, honey, I am so sorry.
I stood beside his bed, unresponsive.
Him: I never meant to… I … I never should have-
Me(cutting him off): Save it Dad. Don’t waste any energy trying to explain it to me. Just-
I stopped, throwing my hands up into the air helplessly. Me: Just get better,ok?
He looked upset, biting his lip, searching for something to say. I sat down and opened a magazine.