(Shawn)
"Shawn! Shawn! Wake up!" a harsh whisper calls to me.
"Go away… I don't want to get up yet… It's too early Dad!" I mumble back.
"Wake up kid." He says. That's when I realize I'm not in my bed. Or at home. Let alone 12.
Opening my eyes, I look up to see my dad in a hospital gown, sitting painfully in a chair.
"Dad!" I say, sitting up a slight bit, wincing because it still hurts. "Are you supposed to be here?" I ask.
"Probably not, but you would not believe how easy it is to walk around here. Anyway, they're not going to let me go for at least another few days. I can't wait that long just to see you. How are you feeling?" he asks.
"Well… I don't know, really. What about you?" I say.
He smiles. "Are we going to do this every time?"
After a few minutes he glances at the wall clock.
"I should go before Nurse Busybody decides to check in on me. If you enter my room number, 204, on the phone, it'll call me." My dad tells me.
"Oh, ok. Thanks."
He nods.
Just as he's about to leave, I speak out.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?" he turns around.
"I just wanted to say.. what I mean to say is… what I've always meant to say.. *sigh* I love you."
He looks me in the eye. "I love you too Shawn."