Hush, hush, hush,
Says your daddy's touch
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Says the hundredth sheep,
- Hush hush hush
Not much was clear to Angel in that last week. He hurt, a kind of deep ache he couldn't describe. He was tired. He slept a lot, he dreamed, but even when he was awake it was hard for him to tell the difference. Everything seemed slow and hot and hard. His friends were great, always there with something funny to say, always telling him that it would be okay. He really did appreciate their efforts. And Collins, Collins was amazing, only leaving for necessities like the bathroom. He got the nurse to bring him a cot and got his friends to bring him food so he never had to leave. He was always there, holding his hand, whispering things in his ear, holding him when it hurt.
It was raining when the door opened that day. There was a man standing there. His hair short, curly, turning gray. He was about fifty. As he entered the room Collins couldn't help but notice that he had the same golden eyes as his Angel, but these were red rimmed. As the man walked forward he looked at his feet. It wasn't until he was close enough for Collins to see the slight shake of his hands that he looked up.
"Angel?' His voice cracked. Angel, who'd been half dozing, opened his eyes.
"Papa?" The man gave a small watery smile.
"Hey Angie," He sat on the end of the bed. " I'm sorry it took so long for me to get here, it took me a while to pull the money together."
'Oh, Papi, I'm glad you're here. How's Mama?" Angel's father shook his head.
"She wouldn't come." They were both silent for a moment.
"Angel, I need to tell you – I'm so proud of you. You are the best son – the best daughter – anyone could wish for." Angel gave a little giggle, but the giggle soon turned into a cough, his back heaving, cheeks puffing out, turning pink.
"Hey, hey, shhh shh," His father patted him on the back. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he moved so that he was behind Angel, hugging him. Just as hesitantly, as Angel calmed, the older man began to sing. He was so quiet that Collins could barley hear him, but that was okay, this song was not meant for him, not yet.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, says the hundredth sheep. Hush, hush, hush, says your daddy's touch." That was all it took - Angel was asleep. His father looked like he was going to cry again. He bent down, and kissed Angel on the cheek.
"I love you, te amo, mi hijo." Then he got up, and walked to the door. He turned to Collins. "Take care of him." And he was gone.
I'm so ashamed, i was thinking about the song Hush hush hush and i was crying my eyes out. you should really go listen to it.