My eyes are closed shut. I wrapped myself a little more with my blanket. A faint noise squeaked in the entire room but I let myself fall back into sleep. It's too early for me to wake up. I forced my eyes to keep sleeping.
I felt a hand on my head, patting my head, running fingers through my hair, which is surreal for a moment, as if dad was here.
I rolled in bed as I flickered my eyes open, rubbed them with my palms to see the person a little clearer. I squinted my eyes just to look at the person.
It was Aiden.
At some point, I thought I was dreaming where dad tried to talk to me in my dream.
I was wrong.
"Hey..." I whisper in a high-pitch tone. "What time is it?"
"Hey, sleepyhead. Get ready, breakfast is in 20 and we'll be leaving for the hospital."Aiden continued combing my s
