When we saw Dad today, he was completely out cold. Intubated. So unrecognisable, he was almost like an alien.
It was definitely still him - the black hair, it was definitely his.
Mother had gone to see a psychotherapist herself in another part of the hospital, so Jacob had taken me to see Dad.
Everyone (except Dad and Kaito) knew I had been watching. Kaito had been asleep, and still knew nothing.
We weren't going to tell him until a later date.
He was currently at school, no doubt having a blissful time compared to me and my troubled conscience. All the crap that had happened - I could still remember it vividly.
Mother wouldn't forgive herself. She was just crying, crying, crying. Jacob was almost completely silent. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't eat anything. Whenever I closed my eyes, that was all I could see.
I had decided to take a few days off school.
"I should have done something sooner..." Jacob kept whispering, over and over again. "I should have..."
I took Dad's hand.
I couldn't cry.
I didn't say anything. I didn't do anything.
I just remained.
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