“He’s still alive, but he’s unconscious.Ford is with him at the hospital.”
“Let’s go,” I tell him, already stuffing my feet into my sneakers.
I grab my keys, and we jog down the stairs and over to my car.Foster tries to open the passenger door for me, but I shake my head.
“I’ll drive you.”
I hurry over to the other side of the car and climb in, cranking the engine and pulling out onto the street.The hospital is only a few minutes away and we ride there in tense silence.
“He’s going to be fine,” I try to reassure Foster, and he nods.
He reaches out, taking my hand in his and squeezing.I squeeze him back.
“I’ll drop you off at the door and then go park,” I tell him, but he shakes his head stubbornly.
“There’s a spot there.”
I follow where he points, and we park, both hopping out at the same time.As soon as we’re headed to the front doors, he grabs my hand again.
Foster is normally the calm, level headed one, but I can feel him panicking right now.I don’t blame him.The Miller boys are all close.I don’t know what Foster or Ford would do if their dad passed away.
“We’re looking for Frank Miller,” I tell the receptionist at the front desk.
“Room three hundred and two,” she says after a minute of typing on her computer.
“Thanks.”
We head towards the elevator and ride up to the third floor in silence.
“I’m here for you guys, okay?Just tell me what you need,” I whisper as we walk onto the third floor.
“I just need you.”
I squeeze his hand and take a deep breath as we walk into the hospital room.
NINE
Foster
Ford elbowsme in the side as he shifts on the couch next to me.Lilliana is tucked under my other arm, and I grumble as I turn towards her more.
I had just managed to fall asleep too.The three of us had sat around Dad’s hospital bed all day.He woke up a few hours ago, but he had been really out of it.He fell back asleep not long after, and that was when Ford and I had first started fighting over who got to sleep on the couch versus the uncomfortable chairs.
I close my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but the constant beeping of the machines is too hard to block out.I take a few deep breaths, reminding myself that those beeps mean that he’s still alive.
“Hey,” Lilliana whispers, scooting away from my side.
I frown, my grip on her hip tightening.
“Welcome home,” my dad whispers to her, and I blink my eyes open, sitting up at the same time as Ford.
“Dad,” we say together, and he smiles.
“You scared the shit out of us,” Ford tells him as he sits on the edge of the couch and drags his hands down his face.
“Sorry about that.”
“Should I get the doctor or a nurse?”Lilliana asks, and Dad nods.
