it took 2 days for my father to wake up. 2 days i spent with Andy by my side, never more than 5 minutes aways. we didn't talk about the fight, we didn't even talk about the kiss, or the 100 kisses that came after that one. we just talked about our past, about where he came from, his parents, his batman obsession, the first song he ever wrote, the first kiss he ever had. and about me, about the MC. how Tig always called me his little princes and how he and my father cried like baby’s when i left for LA. the huge crush i used to have on Ope, and the kiss when we where way to drunk when he just got out of jail. and about Ashley, how he was as a boy. how the year was after the car bomb. how he moved in with our grandparents down the street, how he stayed at our place in the weekend, how my father looked at him like a son. the first motorcycle we ever build, the first drink we ever stolen behind the bar in the clubhouse. his obsession with Luann and her porn studio. i even introduced him to Luann, the woman who took care of me and Ashley together with Gemma. he laughed of the story’s when we where young, and i at his. besides all the circumstances, between us everything was perfect. we didn't know what we where, we didn't label it, but it was perfect for now. with daily checkups of Ashley, the MC and most of the day spend in the hospital besides my father it was almost more normal than my normal live.
“a pink spandex?”
“yeah Luann gave it to him for his 18th birthday” i laughed so hard at this memory.
“i almost forgot that bastards spandex” the mumble came from my fathers mouth, his eyes still closed.
“Dadaudh” i smiled when i heard his voice.
immediately the doctors rushed in, checking everything, asking him questions, and pushing me and Andy out.
“we need to check everything first” was their excuse, so they left us in the hall, forcing to look through a window, before they closed the curtain. “lets grab something to eat” Andy said softly, pulling me away from the window.

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“what are you doing here” i said as soon as i got back. instead of the empty room i expected to find i saw Fiona sitting next to the window. “Branan” she smiled a little when she looked at me. “you can’t do this” i mumbled.
“everything okay?” Andy sneaked up behind me, his arm around my waist.
“Fiona?” i heard my father mumble.
“morning” she smiled a little, acting like it was normal that she was here.
“Jesus, what the hell you doing here” i heard the same surprise in my fathers voice, that was in mine just a few seconds ago, and it wasn't the pleasant surprised kind.
“i heard about what happened, we where worried”
before anyone else could say something she stood up and walked towards him, bow down and kissed him on his cheek.
“thats from Kerrianne” she explained, i hated the way she stood there, like nothing was wrong.
“ you’re alone” i heard the fear in my fathers voice, something i never heard before.
“doesn't matter, i came to see you, how are you feeling” i hated the way she stood there, like she never betrayed us
“like i was blown up, doctor says i’m healing” he looked away from her.
“i’m glad” she grabbed his hand and i saw him froze, i hated the effect she still had on him.
“its a wrong idea, of you to come here” he pulled his arm away, and i wanted to scream, everything she did was a bad idea.
“my life is a serie of bad idea’s love”
“well at least we agree on something” i said bitchy
“yeah” my dad mumbled fighting to keep his eyes open.
“go to sleep” she mumbled, and i just looked furious to her.
“dear, not now” she said, looking to me like i was her rebellious teen age daughter who was about to ask for something irrelevant.
“don’t call me that” i said while she sat down before the window, while i sat down in the chair next to the bed, with andy behind me, looking confused to Fiona.

nobody spoke a word after that, just stone cold silence. until Gemma walked into the room. immediately Fiona stood up, making herself as tall as Gemma. there wasn't much that scared me, but those two woman were defiantly two of them.
“you’re a long way from home sweetheart” Gemma started.
“yes i am”
“why”
“i was worried about him”
“you could've send flowers” i heard the anger in her voice.
“just needed to see him, Gemma”
“you had 15 years for that, a little late don't you think” i said, as calm as possible. Andy laid his hands on my shoulder to calm me down.
“we’ve got a shit storm over here, the last thing we need is you turning him inside out” i heard how Gemma tried to controle her voice, her anger towards Fiona. but before Fiona could answer Tara walked in. probably the best, otherwise i didn't know how this was going to end.
“hello” she said doubtfully, no idea what she just walked in too.
“dokter Knowles, Fiona Larking” Gemma said, holding back her anger.
“nice to meet you, i’m afraid ICU is for immediate family members only” how i wished this would help, that this could make her go away.
“she is family” Gemma had that kind of voice when she was that kind of angry, that was calm and so much scarier that any scream could ever be.
“i’m his wife” i hated the fact that she could still say that.

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