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I’m standing in the ICU the next day, I front of me is the door that would lead me to dads private room where he is hooked up on monitors and machines. I found myself here after Hannah canceled and was already on my way out so I came here instead.

“Would you like to go in?”

I turned at the sound of the voice, its dad’s nurse, the one who’s been keeping me updated.

“I think he’s sleeping” I murmured in response. He hasn’t moved once since I stood here. Only the rise and fall of his chest and the occasional beep from the machines signal life. Otherwise he was so still.

I cleared my throat, “Can I?” It was still visiting hours but I wasn’t sure if I could visit while the patient was… resting.

“Yes of course” she opens the door wider and motions me inside with a wave of her hand. “You can sit with him if you’d like” she offered.

With a nod, I walked further into the room lowering to the chair beside him. The lady moved around checking the monitors for a second and noted something on