A/N Sorry about the mess in chapter 4. I was updating the chapters and making them longer and messed up when inserting the update. It's fixed now though.
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I am going crazy.
Three weeks in a hospital do that. Astrid had gone home a few hours earlier to shower after I had insistently told her she smells like mud for a few hours. Dad sits next to me, phone in one hand as he texts fingers flying across the keyboard.
I let out a slow breath looking up at the ceiling. I can't sleep, it wasn't because Im not tired its just lack of energy has done things to me. Which is weird. One would think because I'm so tired sleep would be easy. But its not.
"You okay?" Dad asks and I nod looking over at him.
"Not tired." I admit and his eye brows raise slightly at that in surprise.
"Really? You look exhausted." He says and I shrug. Im not tired.
"Here." Dad asks and gives me something. My right hand curls around it instinctively and I look down at the remote. Smirking slightly, wondering how many stupid things I can find I lift it up turning on the TV across the room.
"And if that ink isn't right for you, give us a call and I'll wrestle you another bottle from the colossal squid himself." A man says and I blink in shock.
"Are they seriously advertising pens?" I ask and dad puts his phone to the side looking at the TV an amused expression on his face.
"You'd be amazed by the stupid things they can get people to buy-wait. That's Johann Traitor. He's in every commercial." Dad says and I raise an eyebrow.
"Really?" I ask and he nods.
"I promise, go to another channel." He says and I lift up the remote changing it.
After waiting less than a minute for whatever playing to skip to a commercial I see Johann again, this time holding up a pair of pearl earrings.
"And here we have the pearls of Dinja. Perfect for that special lady in your life." Johann says and I clench my jaw before flipping to another channel already in commercial break and see him again.
"Breckneck Bog. The perfect purfume, has people walking past you saying, "The fog. The fog. The fog." Johann says and I flip it to a nature show meeting my dads eyes. He smiles.
"Told you so." He teases and I roll my eyes.
"Fine. Yes you win." I agree and look back at the show again.
"This should be calming." Dad says and i nod.
"Yeah, its going to be so boring it'll put me to sleep." I say and shoot him a small smile before I turn my attention back to the bunny in screen.
"The small unknowing prey has no chance against the angry furious bear. If sneaks up on them and pounces." The narriater says before a bear leaps through bushes jumping on it and begins ripping it apart.
The remote falls from my hand landing on the bed. I blink in shock before turning off the TV and look up at my dad, "Well that was-"dad starts and I interupt him.
"Horrifying, terrible, heart attack creating?"
"...Interesting. I was going to say interesting. But I guess those work to." Dad says and I smile. It feels weird to have a normal conversation with anyone. But the same time, I really like it.
"Well now that I'm proper horrified. Goodnight."I say and lean back against the pillows.
"Really? Your going to sleep after that?" He asks and I nod. Closing my eyes and forcing my head back on the pillow. Dad kisses my forehead and I snap my eyes open looking at him with shock.
He has never done that before.
Ever.
I eye him for a second and he turns back to his phone as though nothing weird had happened, muttering a goodnight.
Although exhausted, my mind is wide awake like someone had fed it hundreds of Sprites then told it to sit still.
I close my eyes anyway steadying my breathing as I pretend to be asleep.
Dad sighs heavily after several minutes and I'm tempted to open my eyes and ask what's wrong but keep my kids firmly shut. The door opens and I hear feet walking across the floor.
"He's asleep?" Astrid asks.
"Finally." Dad adds softer than Astrid. "He's been pulling all nighters." Dad adds.
"I don't blame him. Even though I've just brushed the surface of his personality, his life has sucked pretty bad. He must be glad he's had you all those years to rely on." Astrid says and I hold back a huff of disbelief.
Yup. Rely on to ignore me as much as everyone else. More maybe.
Dad lets out a heavy breath, probably thinking along the same lines.
...
Two weeks later after catching up on much needed sleep, I sit at the edge of the bed, graduated from hospital gown to normal clothes because I am going home today.
Bed rest for a week, but home.
I rub my free left hand, the sprain had managed to repair in the seven weeks I've been here. "Ready?" Dad asks and I nod grabbing the crutches he hands me and pull myself to my foot, nearly tumbling over.
I have never uses crutches in my life and its painfully visible. Astrid grabs my arm and moves my fingers down, "Grip here." She commands and I do so managing to grasp balance again.
"Okay." Fira says as I start to move forward. Astrid on one side dad on the other, "Take it slow don't do anything drastic, call if you feel pain anywhere." Fira commands and I nod.
"Ok." I say and start to walk forward. My underarms disliking the biting of the crutch. This is going to be fun. I really wish I had both feet!
After making our way out of the hospital, dad helps me into his blue pickup truck, "I can't wait until I have my prosthetic." I groan leaning against the seat.
Astrid smirks, "Why so then you can run from me?" She asks and I roll my eyes.
"Of course. As the one being watched, its my goal to wear you out." I say dryly and she rolls her eyes.
"You wont." She says and I sigh then sit up smirking a thought jumping into my head.
"Ha! You haven't met Sandra yet!" I say and dad chuckles.
"Who?" Astrid asks and I grin.
"Oh, she's our cook, mother, cook she dumps everything in grease then pours more grease onto that, the covers that grease in grease. That's why I never eat anything from her anymore." I say and Astrid blinks.I'm not exaggerating at all, and her face is priceless.
"Sounds...fun." She says sarcastically. I grin before saying: "Dont worry, I have no plans to wear you out. Sandra sill beat me long before that."
A/N Sorry about the time lapse. I just want to move on with the plot and I couldn't find anything else to put in.