"Rachael?" the nurse said, "You are Rachael right? We need to talk…about…your dad."
"Alrighty," Rachael responded. She knew he would be alright, after all he had been doing better. They all had said that.
The nurse walked into a small room with a table and two chairs. "Take a seat," she told Rachael reassuringly. The nurse went into a closet and pulled out a soda can. "Want one?"
"No, ill be fine, thankyou."
"Okay. Well I need to talk to you about your dad as you know. He was doing really good with the lung cancer and all but now," Rachael looked at the nurse with a tear in her eye. What about now? she thought. "he's having a little bit of trouble, he's not doing too good now Rachael. I now you are his daughter so if anything bad happened you know that you would have to choose what to do correct?"
"Uhuh…"
"Okay." The nurse smiled slightly but Rachael could tell that her dad liked the nurse because through all of the smile and happiness she could see a small, dry tear run down the nurse's cheek.
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"Hi daddy," Rachael said as she leaned down so that she would be level with the bed where her father lay.
"Hi," the man smiled slightly and tried to lift himself up but Rachael told him that he should probably stay down or else he might hurt so he did.
"I never smoked or drank ya know…" he told her.
"Yea, I know dad," Rachael said.
"I cant wait."
"For what?"
"To see him...yeah know…the big man."
Rachael smiled, "Id better go dad, ill go and get you some food."
"Okay, bye Rach."
Rachael walked out of the room and turned right where she almost ran into the man infront of her.
"Sorry," she said.
"Hey Rachael," a man's voice said as he smiled down at her…