Fifty Two

I wake up to the beeping sound of monitors, I know this cause I'm surrounded by white walls which I immediately recognize as hospital walls. The bright color is actually sickening and knowing my dad is lying somewhere near here too makes me worried, I instantly sit up on the bed but soon regret that decision as a wave of lightheadedness hits me.
"Mama?" I hear Izzie's little voice call out and only then do I notice her sitting on the chair beside me, coloring book in hand and a few crayons, her big doe eyes staring at me in both surprise and delight.
"Hi baby" I manage to croak out and she squeals before hoping on the bed, wrapping her tiny arms around me, my heart melts and I feel warm from the inside.
She hugs me for a little while more before she suddenly gasps and pulls away, hopping off the bed and unto the little chair again, her tiny shoes making squeaky sounds on the floor as she wobbles towards the door.
"Where are you going" I ask but she just turns to smile at me and shows a toothy grin. She pulls the door open and I hear her speaking to someone outside, soon she's lifted up by strong veiny fingers and Zach steps into the room, he looks tired, shirt tucked out, his tie hanging on his shoulders, ruffled hair that looked like he had run his hand through it a few dozen times, and dark eye bags.
"Hey" he whispers, walking slowly towards me.
"Hi" I reply dryly, remembering that he caused my father to collapse.
He just sits beside me and drops Izzie, who picks up her color book and walks over to another seat in the room. He stares at me for a little too long and then sighs, running his hands over his face.
"I'm sorry....i-i didn't mean for any of this to happen" he stutters, Zach fucking Lee stutters in front of me, pouting and looking like a child caught stealing from a cookie jar.
"I will not forgive you until you explain to me exactly what happened between you and my father, is it business? Or is it cause I married you? Why did my father have a fucking gun Zach?!" I whisper yell at him.
"I think I should be the one to explain that sweetie" I hear my dad's voice from the doorway, as he's pushed into the ward on a wheelchair by a nurse.