Wow, so I stopped making this for a bit becauseof two reasons, I thought it wasn't popular and it was going downhill, but I checked and we've reached 2,000 views. :O I was shocked when I saw that, that over 2,000 people have seen what I do, that's like 3 times as big as my school, so thank y'all so much, and I know this chapter is short but I hope you guys like it, enjoy!
Don sat back in his chair. He rubbed his forehead. "My parents are never here though, last I saw them was 6 months ago." Connie said. "Connie, give me your phone, I'll call them." Don said looking down. "You know what he's going to say." Connie said with a sad tone. "Your phone, now." Don said. Connie looked scared for a minute with the tone he just used. "I have it, here." Grisha said handing Don a cell phone. "Give me a minute." Don said as he walked out the room. He stepped into the hallway, he looked down and turned on the phone, the first thing he saw was a picture of Connie and Sasha, she was on his back with a telescope, little goofballs. He swipes and the phone turns on. But his homepage picture made him stop, it was a picture of the day Don gave Connie his old truck, just both of them in front of an old single seater ranger, but Connie looked so happy. Don smiled at that, Connie really was the son he never had. He clicked contacts and scrolled down to where there was two words: Mr. Springer. It wasn't even Dad, just Mr. Springer. Don takes a breath, and clicks on it and brings the phone to his ear. It rings, and then someone picks up the phone. "Connie, now's not the time." Mr. Springer said. "Now listen here, this isn't Connie, this is Don Brous, you should know me." Don said. "Don Brous, oh yeah, you watch him sometimes, right?" Mr. Springer asked. Don gritted his teeth together. "No actually, he lives with me." Don said frustrated. "Oh, well what do you want, I'm a very busy man." Mr. Springer says. Don's fist clenched, he's met the guy three times and hated him entirely. "You're son died, but was brought to life by Doctor Grisha Yeager, and now he needs surgery, but I need your signature, so fly your butt over here right now!" Don yelled in the phone. There was a silence. "He died, that's awful, but I can't come down for another month at the least, sorry, but it will have to wait." Mr. Springer said. He sounded so calm, so uninterested. "Now you listen here you son of a bitch, you're coming down here right now, your son could die, I don't about your schedule, get your ass down here right now!" Don yelled in the phone as he slammed his fist in the wall. "Now you listen to me, I don't think you know who I am, but you don't talk to me lie that, and I can't make it Don!" Mr. Springer yelled back. Don couldn't take it anymore. "What kind of father are you, do you even care?" Don asks. "What do you man, I'm a great father, I got him that new car." Mr. Springer. Don gripped the phone harder. "He could not stand that thing, we sold it and he now drives my old truck." Don retorts. "Look, I appreciate what you're doing, I do, but I can't do anything about it, sorry, and I have to go now, bye bye." Mr. Springer said as he hung up the phone. "YOU SON OF A BITCH, PICK UP THIS DAMN PHONE RIGHT NOW!" Don screamed at the phone. But it was to late. Don turns and storms into the room. Sasha was still next to Connie, and Grisha was standing next to the bed. "Don, is everything okay?" Grisha asked. "His father is the world's biggest prick, he said he doesn't have the time to come down here!" Don yelled. Silence fell over everyone. Sasha put her other hand on Connie's. "He really said that, he said he doesn't have enough time?" Connie asked. A tear went down his cheek. "I'm sorry son." Don said. "Look Don,hear me out here." Grisha said. "What is it." Don said frustrated. "From what I've read and seen, you raised him since he was twelve, you taught him how to drive, give a good handshake, and how to stand up for himself, that man may be his father, but you're his dad Don." Grisha said. Do looked up at him, and then at Sasha and Connie, and back at Grisha. "Then as his dad, I'll sign those papers." Don said. Grisha nodded at him. "I'll get them now, you're a good man." Grisha said as he walked out of the room.
"Don, you mean it?" Done heard Connie ask him from behind. "Of course, not only does Sasha love you, but you're like a son to me, so I love you too." Don tells him. "Thank you so much." Connie says.
A little while later Grisha came back with some papers. "Here they are, if you sign them now, we can do the surgery tomorrow." Grisha says, handing Don a handful of papers. "Okay, but what will you do to him exactly?" Don asked Grisha. "After he was revived we immediately did an X-Ray, it looked like something was hit on his hard, he didn't tell me if he had been acting weird but he most likely had something hit his head, and the loud noise over the speaker triggered the tumor in his head, but the X-Ray revealed that the tumor is now at the edge of his brain, which means all we need to do is cut him open and pull the sucker out." Grisha told them. "I know, were got in a fight at the beach, could that have caused it?" Sasha says. She still had both her hands on Connie's hand. "Most likely that's what caused it, just be glad he was able to get here in time, because now we can save him." Grisha told her. Don pressed his lips together. "Okay, I'll sign them, what time does he need to be here." Don asked him. "9:00 would be fine, but for now, you're good to go, we'll get him a wheelchair and when you tomorrow we'll discuss finances." Grisha told them. "Thank you very much Grisha, I owe you a beer for this." Don said with a laugh. "Make it three." Grisha said laughing as he stepped out.
"Why do I need a wheelchair?" Connie asked out loud. "I don't know, just act like you understand, that's what I always did." Don tells him. A few minutes later Grisha came back with a wheelchair. "So you're good to go, I don't think I have to remind you of this again but he can't eat or drink anything until after the surgery, and make sure he gets plenty of sleep." Grisha told Don. "Of course, he'll be here, thanks Grisha." Don tells him getting the wheelchair. "Of course, I need to take care of something else now, so you can let yourself out." Grisha said as he left the room. "Alright, let's go home now." Don says as he turns around to face Connie and Sasha.
Don and Sasha couldn't get Connie into the wheelchair, so he just stood up ad walked in it on his own. Then they walked out of the room. Don was pushing the chair and Sasha was walking next to him. Then they step into the waiting room. Connie's eyes went wide. Everyone was there, even Ymir was there, he thought they would have left. Then they all saw him enter the room. Everyone stood up and ran to him. "Oh my god Connie, you're alive." Eren said. "We were so worried, are you okay?" Annie said. "Guys guys, I'm fine, really, but why are you all still here?" Connie asked. Krista gave him a hug. Because we care about you Connie, that's why." Krista tells him. "Yeah man, who else will film the fights at school." Jeans says laughing. Connie's face goes pale. If I died, then I was really in heaven, then that means that Marco...oh no. Connie thought to himself. "You good?" Jean asks him. Connie nods. "I think he's just tired, let's go Dad." Sasha says. "Okay then, you kids have a good night, and thanks for taking care of this knucklehead." Don says with a smile. He then pushed Connie down the hall, Connie was still turning and waving at everyone.
Don then drove Sasha and Connie home, in his truck that Connie got for his birthday with the money of the sports car his parents got him, like a son.