Note: First I would like to give you some backround information on the story.

Connor split up with Amys mom around 4 years ago. He knew about Amy, but left her alone when her mom died to help people in a developing country for one year (he didn't know about the cancer and since him and Amys mother already seperated there wasn't a stable contact with her).
Before they seperated he cared about Amy. After the seperation Amy lived with her mother (Sophia). Connor and his her had a really good father- daughter relationship before the seperation, but after leaving Amy alone for one year to help overseas , it became frosty. Amy blames Connor for not being there when she needed him the most.

Furthermore I would like to thank Rocknrollprinces131 for beta-reading and MS Isabella for emotional support :)

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Finally their sleep ended early.

It was around 2:30 when he was woken up by sobbs and whimpers, forcing him to open his eyes, the sounds coming from right next to him. Tiredly he stood up, slowly walking to the edge of the bed.

"Amy?"

The sobs got louder. Connor searched for the button, eventually switched the bedside light on.

"Amy?" He continued calling her name. She tossed and turned in bed. Unlike the last time, it wasn't caused by medication.

"Amy, wake up", Connor softly clapped her cheeks, finally getting her to move upwards.

The cold sweat was running from her temple and she was shaking like he had never seen her before.

She looked at him with wide eyes, her glance full of sadness and fear.

"She's dying. Mum is dead. You have to help her. You…."

"Shhh…"

Her head fell into his chest, where desperate sobs escaped from her throat.

"It's alright. I got you. It's gonna be okay". He whispered.

Connor rubbed soothing circles on her shoulder, started to rock her in his arms to calm her down.

"I'm dying. They're coming to to get me. Dad, help me!"

"Amy, look at me."

As a doctor he knew how to evaluate her behavior. Charles would it call post traumatic stress as a result of loved people dying. Children and youngsters especially suffered from this phenomenum, after or just when they lost someone close who suffered from a deadly illness, like Amy did with her own mother. They started producing their own fears to other events, but it was even more horrible when it was his own daughter.

"I'm right here. No one's gonna hurt you."

"I'm dying too. My head burns. And my chest. Dad, please. Do something!"

He touched her forehead, that felt hot like she suffered from fever.

"It's alright. I'm here. You're gonna be okay."

Holding his shaking daughter in his arms, he felt his own blood pressure rising.

"Listen, I'm gonna get you some medicine, and meanwhile you take a deep breath for me, okay? In and out, in and out. Thats my girl" He kissed her head, running to his suitcase, praying that he didn't forget the pills at home. It was just lavender mixed with other homeopathic additives, but since she seemed to suffer from psycholocigal problems it would be the only ability to figure out if he was right.

Luckily he didn't forget about the pills, so he grabbed one of them before he placed some cold water on a towel and reached for the bottle of water to walk back to their bed.

"Alright, here you go. Take it. It's gonna help" Connor helped her drinking some sips of water while he gentely pressed the cold towel to her forehead.

Obviously she started to relax, her head still resting on his chest.

"Feeling better now?"

He noticed her breathing getting back to normal, as he rocked her in his arms again. She nodded mutely, still shaking.

"Don't leave me."

For a second he felt like his ears pranked him. Was she really the same girl, who seemed as cold as an ice-block a couple of hours ago? The girl that barely showed emotions?

"I won't. I'm right here with you."

"Okay."

"What about getting some sleep? You feel a little bit tired?"

"No!"

"Hey, I'm right next to you. No need to be afraid."

Her sniffles turned into hiccups.

"Can you look at my back? Is there any tumor or something else?"

He sighed, but behaved like examining her bones.
"No sign of any abnormality . Everything's okay."

"Sure?"

"Absolutely."

He covered Amy with the blanket, touched her forehead with his palm, which seemed to have cooled down.

"Can I sleep in your arms? Mom always let me when you went to Ryjhad."

"Sure."

Rhodes swallowed hard, watching his daughter in concern.

"I'm sorry, Amy" He whispered with a raspy voice, then spread his hands to get her closer, until her head rested in the crook of his arm.

The room got more quiet. He felt her breath on the skin of his neck.

For a minute it felt like 9 years ago, after his 5 years old crawled into the parents bed on a Sunday morning.

"She's not gone. You're moms still here."

"Where?"

"In you" He kissed her head and closed his eyes, not sure if she really understood…

Listening to the constant heartbeat of her father, it only needed some minutes until she fell asleep again.