Obadiah sat in the building's hospital suite, staring at his daughter's lifeless body and listening to the brainwave monitor beeping in the silence. He traced the fragile features in her face with his eyes and watched her blonde hair cascade down to her shoulders. He wished desperately that her blue-green eyes would open once more and she would demand he spend time with her like she always does. Looking at her reminded him of the wife he had lost years before. Her blonde hair was just like her mother's, as were her eyes. Everything about her reminded him of Whitney's mother.
Obadiah remembered when his daughter was young and carefree. She was always smiling and laughing, and running and playing; but now she was always miserable, angered and she didn't do anything a normal teenage heiress would do. Was it he who had caused her misery? Was it he who angered her? Was it he who caused her to either always pester him or never talk to him? …What had he done wrong?
He couldn't help being the way he was. All he thought of when he woke up in the morning was the love he had lost. When he crawled into bed each night all he thought of was Carley. When he was alone in his office doing paperwork every day, the woman he thought of was the one he had lost. And when he saw his daughter walk into the room the same way her mother had he couldn't help but shun her and disappoint her. But now it was he who felt the misery.
When the doctor walked into the room, he found that he was only half-able to listen to what she was explaining. Every word she said sounded remorseful and every word she spoke in such a way crushed him more and more. There had to be a way to save her, he thought. I can't lose the only thing I have left of Carley.
His attention was returned to the doctor when she explained that his daughter's illness wasn't something she knew how to treat. He didn't want to hear negatives right now. He remembered how Carley used to find the positive side of life. If only she were here right now, he thought, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe he wouldn't have driven her away, and she wouldn't have resorted to the mask. Maybe, he thought, things would be different.
He blankly answered his phone when it rang and ignored the scientist explain to him that they didn't truly understand the mask and consulting Howard as no longer an option. He didn't want to hear depressing things anymore, he was just so sick of all the sadness and the anger and the regrets and he just wanted everything to get better. All he really wanted when the day was over was to be happy.
He then realized that there was only one person who had any chance of saving her daughter, and suddenly he was out of the building.
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Obadiah didn't even care that Tony was angry. He didn't care that he was being told to leave, he wasn't going to move until the reluctant teenager followed him. He didn't care that the boy was having fun with his loud music and his friends, he had a sick daughter that he would not let slip through his fingers.
"Whitney is ill," Is all he could build up the courage and strength to say.
Okay, this is really short but after a few days of contemplating what to do with the rest of the story I decided who cares. I'm not good at writing Stane stories…I just got this idea when I watched the episode. Review?