Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 49

KEIRA’S POV

I stared at the white hospital ceiling as I sat in the luxurious hospital room Papa had been assigned to. My mind was filled with thoughts, and anxiety ran through me. The call I got was unexpected and when I had been informed about him getting a heart attack, it felt like my whole world came crumbling down before my very eyes.

Papa had never gotten a heart attack before and he was always in top health, which made me worry even more. What could have possibly made him get a heart attack all of a sudden.

The more I thought about it, the more anxiety I felt. My eyes trailed to my father, who was lying on the hospital bed. It broke my heart to see him in this state, his body lifeless and his skin pale. I looked at his arm and saw the IV drip connected to it. My lips quivered and I exhaled and I felt a tightness in my chest.

I pulled out my phone from my purse and stared at the time. I had called Natasha and Brendon the moment I got a call about Papa. They had assured me that they would be at the hospital soon, but twenty minutes had gone by and they were nowhere in sight.

I did not want to be here alone and I needed all the support I could get.

The monitor showing his heart rate beeps occasionally. It was the only sound resonating through the walls of the hospital room. And as I kept my eyes fixed on my old man, negative thoughts ran through my mind.

What if he never woke up? I shook my head instantly. That was a thought I refused to entertain. Papa was going to wake up, I kept reassuring myself that he would. But seeing him laying on the bed like that, made me lose hope slowly.

“Please Papa, wake up, you can’t leave me here all by myself,” I muttered as my lips quivered.

I buried my hands in my face and tried to stop the tears from escaping my eyes. My phone began to vibrate in my purse, but I ignored it. I did not want to talk to anyone right now. I heard the door click open softly and I turned my head towards that direction.

I saw Natasha pop her head through the door. She shot me a small, but warm smile. She slipped into the room quietly and took a seat beside me.

“How are you holding up?” She asked, her eyes betrayed how worried she was about me and a part of me felt a little guilty at that. I never liked to make someone worry.

I gazed at Natasha and shook my head slowly.

“I do not know how to feel right now. This is the first time seeing Papa in such a condition. I do not know how to feel about this Natasha. What if he never wakes up?” I croaked.

I could feel the tears I held back, slipping down my eyes. Natasha put a hand on my shoulder and gazed at me sternly.

“Hey, hey, come on, do not do that. You can’t be thinking like that right now.”

“I know, I know, but I can’t help it. I mean look at Papa, he looks like a f*****g corpse Natasha.”

Natasha grimaced and looked over at my father. She sighed and looked back at me.

“I know how it seems, but you still need to be positive about this. Thinking like that would only cause you more heartache.”

I bit my inner l*p and nodded slowly. Natasha wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

“You have nothing to worry about and besides the doctor did say he was stable and we know that he would be awake soon enough, just give it time.”

I nodded and hugged her tighter. She was right. I was getting too paranoid over nothing. The doctor did say he would be fine, but my anxiety was controlling my thoughts. I sighed and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the comfort Natasha’s hug gave me.

The door clicked open slowly and my eyes flew open. I watched Brendon walk into the room. He gave me a sad smile and sat beside me on the opposite side. I pulled away from Natasha and Brendon pulled me into a hug.

“I am so sorry this has to happen,”. Brendon said and gave me a pat on the back.

I pulled away and smiled wryly.

“It is fine, the doctor said he is stable and we should expect him to wake up anytime soon.”

Brendon nodded and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulders.

“Everything is going to be fine Keira,”

I nodded and wiped the tears that had managed to escape my eyes. I felt much better now that I had my closest and best friends beside me. Not only their words, but their presence alone brought me great comfort. If I was all by myself, I would have broken down in an instant.

I felt my phone vibrate in my purse again. Whoever was calling was rather persistent. I was curious to know who it was. I pulled out my phone from my purse and my heart dropped once I stared at the screen.

I had more than thirty missed calls from Clint. I cursed under my breath. I had completely forgotten about him the moment I stepped into the hospital. I excused myself and walked out of the room.

The halls were crowded with nurses and doctors, all walking hastily towards their destination. I decided to look for a place quiet enough to make a call. I spotted an empty waiting area and walked over to it.

My phone vibrated once I had reached the waiting area. I looked at the screen and I saw the caller. It was Clint. My heart dropped. He was definitely going to be furious at me for not picking up his calls, but at this point I did not care anymore.

I exhaled and steeled my mind. I answered the call and placed the phone on my ear.

“Hey,” I said softly.

The line went quiet for a while and I swallowed hard.

“Why have you not been answering the phone? Do you know how many times I have called? You made me worried.” His voice sounded clipped. Like he was tucking a lot of emotions away.

“Well, my life does not only revolve around you. I had other things to do,” I bit back. Just who did he think he was? The f*****g president?

“Why? Did something happen?” I could hear the concern in his voice.

I closed my eyes shut and sighed.

“I got a call that my dad collapsed due to a heart attack. I am at the hospital right now, waiting for him to wake up.”

“Shit!, I had no idea, I am so sorry to hear that, Keira” he cursed loudly and then his voice faded into a barely audible whisper right after.

I had noticed that tone change. Really when it came to him, Nothing escaped me. Was he not mad at me anymore?

“It’s fine,”

I heard Clint sigh and he spoke.

“Just take care of yourself, I will call you again tomorrow,”

The line went dead and I stared at my phone screen, a bit dumbfounded. Clint did not sound like he was doing very great. There was a bit of sadness and distress in his voice.

“I hope he is okay,” I muttered.

I made my way out of the waiting room and back into the VIP room. As I walked in, I immediately noticed that Natasha was the only one in the room.

“Where is Brendon?” I inquired as I made myself comfortable beside her.

“He went out to get some food for your dad when he woke up,” she replied.

I nodded and sank into the chair. I rubbed my eyes and stared at the ceiling. I could not bear to look at Papa. The more I did, the more I had negative thoughts that I tried desperately to push away. Even with my friends’ reassurance, there was still this lingering feeling of anxiety and fear.

“Pa…papa…” I mumbled, praying in my heart that he would be fine.

While I had been thinking so much, a loud g***n sounded from the hospital bed. I shot up from the chair instantly. Papa was awake.