11 Liters of Tears

LUNA

"He's fine. Don't worry, Luna. Your father's fine. Just avoid stressing Beiron." Our Family Doctor said. It was as if a thorn in my side had been bitten by a thorn in my side when he told me the good news. I no longer bothered to comb when Dylan said he had attacked Dad. My fear of losing it prevailed.

"Thanks, God," I said tremblingly. "W-When will he wake up?"

"We don't know yet. I still need to observe him. Once the results come out, he can be taken home." Smiling he said and then looked at the wristwatch. "I'll leave you first. I'll go round."

Dylan put his arm around me. I just felt that he was beside me. I stared at him. To this day, I still do not feel secure until Dad wakes up.

"'Don't worry. The doctor said he's already fine, Luna."

I shook. "This is all my fault."

I sat down next to Dad and held his hand. Tears streaming down my face. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry, Papa."