I put my hand around his. " You're not going to die." I said, trying hard to hold my tears back.

He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. bạn can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.

Dad was still awake, but he was Nữ hoàng băng giá in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If bạn think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.

I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...

When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. chua tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.

I frowned. " Why are bạn laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.

I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.

A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.

" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his áo khoác ad ran for the exit.

Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.

" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.