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Emily Monroe
I sat my father’s side all through the night, waiting for when he would wake up. At some point I must’ve fell asleep because when I opened my eyes, it was morning.
Seated across the room was Stiles, staring at me. I turned to where my father laid and realized he wasn’t on the bed.
“Where…”
“He had to use the restroom,” Stiles said cooly.
“He’s awake?” I asked, shocked that I had slept so deeply
Stiles chuckled lowly. “It’s okay. He didn’t want anyone waking you,” he replied getting to his feet.
“I’ll go get us coffee,”he said before leaving.
I didn’t trust my words so I nodded my head at him as I waited for my father.
A minute later, he walked out from the restroom with the help of a walking stick, his feet wobbly.
Without waiting another second, I stood up from
