NATE
Blinking my eyes open, I find Mandy still in the land of dreams. After the events of last night, I wouldnât be surprised if we sleep the entire day away. A smirk tugs at my lips as the sound of doors slamming open downstairs reaches my ears.
People are shouting my name, their voices filled with urgency. I have no idea why. I hastily pull on some shorts and dash into the hallway, just in time to see Jessie and Jace sprinting toward me.
âWhy the hell didnât you pick up your damn phone!â
âMaybe because it hasnât rung, Jessie!â
Jessie brushes past me, storming into the room. He locates my phone, yanking it out of my discarded pants.
âItâs on silent, you idiot! Over thirty missed calls! You need to get to the hospital! Mandy, wake up and get dressed!â
He shoves past me again, thrusting my phone into my hands. I glance down and sure enough, there are thirty-seven missed calls. Mandy sits up, clutching the covers to her chest. I motion for us to get dressed quickly.
We rush downstairs and pile into the car, Jessie at the wheel and Jace riding shotgun. The car ride is silent, save for the tension that hangs heavy in the air. I hold Mandyâs hand, her head resting on my shoulder as she tries to stay calm.
As we pull into the hospital parking lot, Jessie turns to me, his face grave.
âYour dad had a complication last night! He had another heart episode or some medical jargon. They had to operate. Heâs out of surgery now, but they canât start the chemo because of it. They can do the radiation, though.â
âSo, what does that mean?â
âIf the radiation canât keep it under control, it will spread quickly. In two weeks, it might be too late to start the chemo. Theyâll reassess in two weeks to decide the next steps. He can come home, but heâll have to return daily for radiation. The chemo treatments can be done at home. Theyâve also ordered a hospital bed.â
âWhy? He can still walk!â
âLike I said, Nate, a lot has happened overnight! He can walk, but heâs struggling! Your mom is barely holding it together! Now get your ass in the hospital and deal with this! And donât be surprised if your mom gives you hell!â
I exit the car quickly, Mandy at my side. The moment my mom spots me, she storms over, grabbing my shirt.
âNathaniel Caden Maxwell! I donât care what you do in your personal life but next time you better have your damn phone on, do you understand me!â
I nod, wrapping my arms around her. She collapses against me, sobbing, reaching out for Mandy. I spot the doctor and motion for Jessie and Jace to follow me, while Mandy guides my mom to a seat.
âGive it to me straight. No sugarcoating.â
âAll right. He had a heart attack, which led to another seizure. Weâve increased his seizure meds to try and prevent them. If the tumor progresses and spreads, no matter what we do, it wonât save him.â
âWhatâs the timeline?â
âWeâll know more in two weeks when we reassess. We could be looking at six months to a year. It could be less, it could be more. We donât know yet. It will all depend on if the tumor reacts and shrinks or if it has no effect. He can go home, but his legs are getting weaker. Weâll rescan in two weeks. The comparison will tell us what happens next. I wish I had better news.â
I nod, glancing at Jessie and Jace. I rub the back of my neck, the reality of the situation sinking in.
âI want a room set up for him and my mom to share. A room with a view of the rolling hills and houses. I want the bed positioned so my dad can look outside. I want round-the-clock nurses and staff to attend to my parents. I donât care what it takes, just make it happen. When the time comes, I want everyone at the estate. I want him to see the legacy heâs leaving behind. Make the calls.â
They nod, pulling out their phones as they walk away. I have a gut feeling that we donât have much time. I ask the nurse if I can see my dad, and she directs me to his room.
Heâs sitting there, staring blankly at the wall. I pull up a chair, sitting down next to him.
âItâs not good, is it, Nate? They wonât tell me anything, but I know! I feel it, that things arenât right. My thoughts are fuzzy and clouded.â
âNo, Dad, itâs not good. Theyâll reassess in two weeks and let us know then.â
âLook, Nate, Iâm okay with everything! Iâve raised you kids the best way I knew how! I have no doubt youâll continue this legacy Iâve built. I never imagined Iâd find my girl, but I did, and I got the best damn bonus with it. I couldnât have asked for a better son! After this is over, take care of your mom! I donât think Iâll make it the full two weeks, to be honest. Weâll see, though. Right now, I just want to rest. Iâm sure you understand.â
I nod, standing up to leave. I glance back one last time at the man who gave me everything. The man who is not only a father but the best dad I could have asked for. He teaches us compassion and mercy, love and acceptance. He teaches us to stand our ground, to demand respect and earn it at the same time.
A small smile crosses my face as I exit the room, finding Jessie and Jace waiting.
âEverything is set up for him to come home tomorrow. We can bring him every day for the radiation, and the doctor said they can start the chemo in one week. We wonât have to wait two weeks.â
âThanks, Jessie.â
I simply bob my head in agreement, dragging my feet as I head toward the waiting room. Once I sink into the chair, my mom comes over, perching herself on my knee and nestling into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, my tears quietly tracing a path down my cheeks.
The thought of a world without my dad is something Iâve never dared to entertain. Heâs always been our familyâs anchor, the thought of a day without him never crosses my mind.
Sure, I know it is inevitable. But I always picture it would be suddenâlike a heart attack, or a bullet. Not this slow, agonizing dance with cancer.
But weâll make the most of the time he has left. Weâll start brainstorming ideas right away. I glance at Jessie and Jace, a smile tugging at my lips as they exchange a look before turning back to me. Oh, weâre going to have a blast!