MICHELLE'S POV

"I can't do this," I whispered, turning away from my dad's room and into Paul's chest. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Yes you can Michelle," he said gently.

"No I can't. I-I…" I broke off before I could start crying.

"Michelle, its okay to cry. Go and see your dad, he needs to hear your voice."

"He can't hear me," I said stubbornly.

"You don't know that," Paul chuckled, "just go say hello."

I took a shaky breath and turned around. Slowly, I pushed open the door leading to my dad's hospital room. I was hit with a beeping noise, monitoring his heart. He was connected to a bunch of IV drips and there were tubes going up his nose. I'd never seen my dad this vulnerable looking before. Tears came to my eyes and I swallowed heavily. I took a step forward and sat down in the chair next to his bed. Looking behind me, I saw Paul leaning in the doorway.

"I'm okay," I told him in a thick voice. He nodded and closed the door.

I grabbed my dad's hand. It was cold, colder than normal. But the steady beeping of the monitor told me that he was still alive. And if he was still alive, that meant he would wake up. Because he couldn't leave me. He just couldn't.

"Dad?" I whispered, "C-can you hear me?"

He didn't answer. I didn't expect him to, his heart attack made him slip into a coma.

"Daddy, I really miss you. Please wake up daddy, I need you," I said, tears falling freely now, "I love you daddy. I really wish I could have… could have gotten there sooner. I'm sorry I got mad at you the other day, just please wake up. Please daddy."

I stared at him for a while, waiting for any sign of movement. Please daddy, I pleaded silently, please daddy, I need you. I lost mom, Josh, Jesse… I can't lose you, too. A sob escaped my lips when nothing happened. It was hopeless, he couldn't hear me.

"I love you daddy," I whispered, before standing up.

With a heavy heart, I walked out the door. I would come every day if I had to, because my dad needed to wake up. He would wake up.

PAUL'S POV

I waited for Michelle in the waiting room. Sam sat to my left and Emily to his left. They were being extremely supportive through this whole thing, taking Michelle to their house. Letting her live there through this whole mess.

I stood up when Michelle walked into the room. She was in my arms in a second and then she collapsed. Sobs wracked her body and she held on to me for dear life.

"Shh, it's okay," I whispered in her ear, kneeling on the ground with her in my arms.

Her cries physically hurt me. Every inch of my body ached to make her better.

"It's alright Michelle. He'll get better," I soothed.

What came out of my mouth next could be the best or worst mistake of my life. I didn't mean to say it, but I needed to tell her it was going to be okay.

"I promise you he'll get better," I soothed.

I promised. I made a promise that I couldn't keep, because whether or not her dad survived was out of my hands. I regretted saying it instantly. She nodded into my neck and tried to take a deep breath, but it just turned into more cries.

"Let's go Paul," Sam said from behind me.

I picked Michelle up and followed him out to the car. The whole ride home, I held her in the back seat. She didn't stop crying the whole time. I took her inside and sat on the bed. Finally, her breathing slowed and I knew she was asleep. I laid her in bed and watched her tear streaked face sleep. I was emotionally drained, but all I cared about was Michelle.

"Michelle?"

"Hmm?"

"I know this is a really bad time, but… the school has been calling and you've missed a week. You don't need to go back today, but eventually you will," I sighed.

"Kay," she mumbled, not turning her head.

"Um, I'm gonna go get you something to eat. I'll be back," I told her.

She barely gave me a nod.

Michelle had been spending as much time as the hospital would allow with her dad. Every day now, she was next to his bed, holding his hand. She wanted to be there when he woke up, but that could take months. And the school kept calling wondering where she was. Sam tried to explain, but she'd missed more than a week. She hardly spoke to anyone anymore, and I had to pretty much force feed her. I just wanted her dad to wake up!

"I brought you a sandwich," I told her, setting the food down on the table.

No answer.

"Michelle?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she asked quickly, her head snapping up. She must have dozed off.

"I brought you some lunch," I said.

"Oh thanks," she said, pulling it over to her.

I picked her up and set her on my lap. She ate her sandwich and I was happy I didn't have to beg her to. Leaning her head against me shoulder, she sighed quietly.

"Do you think he'll wake up soon?" she whispered.

"I don't know, Michelle," I sighed.

"But he will get better," she said stubbornly.

"I-"

"He will Paul, you promised," she cut me off.

"Yes, I did," I whispered. I was really hoping she'd forget I said that.

She smiled lightly and grabbed her dad's hand again. All I could do was hope he got better. Without him, she'd be alone. Not completely alone, because I'd be with her, and she'd always have the pack. But her dad's the only family member left. He has to wake up. Michelle has gone nights without sleeping, a frown is permanently etched on her face. I don't know how much more of this she is going to be able to take.

And I certainly don't think I will be able to take much more of this.

Another short chapter, sorry about that... but you guys were great with the reviews! Keep them coming! I wasn't going to update, but I decided that I would for you guys! YAY! Yeah, has anyone else noticed that Michelle just seems to have really bad luck? Yeahh, it's going to keep getting worse... I think I'm over my writer's block with this story which is good! So yeah... now I'm just rambling so the word count is higher... so yeah, review nd stuff:)