Chapter 4 Visiting my sick Dad

Carrie's POV:

I went back home and had lunch, I took a taxi to the hospital and found doctor Carlos. He was the one who helped me with everything about the medical reports and drug prescriptions for my father.

"Good afternoon, doctor. I'm sorry I'm late."

He smiled at me. "How are you, Carrie?"

I slowly nodded. "I'm fine, sir. How's my father doing? " I asked, concerned and anxious.

He stared at me with a blank expression, and I didn't know what to expect. I had no idea what to expect, but I was more than scared.

"Your father's health is getting worse than expected." He finally said, and my heart raced.

"How bad is it?" I inquired.

He frowned. "Well, it's very bad. If we don't do the surgery as soon as possible, I'm afraid he might not make it." He announced

My heart shattered into pieces as soon as he gave me that information. It was like a building had collapsed on my head.

Why do bad things always happen to good people? I asked myself as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Is there anything that can be done?"

"If we can start the surgery early enough, we might be able to save him, but if we don't, I don't think it's possible because his condition worsened overnight and his body cells might not take much anymore."

I shrieked with fear and found somewhere to sit. Doctor Carlos walked towards me, still giving me a blank expression. "I don't want to lose my father."

"And what about your mother?" "Doesn't she care?" he asked.

I cleared my throat and tried to stop the tears from rolling down. "Well, she doesn't. She feels he's an old man and should die."

"An old man? He's barely 60 years of age. " He reminded me.

"Yeah, I know, but she doesn't fucking care. This is just shit. I'm tired of life already. I just want to die. My father's all I have left. "

"No, don't say that. I'm sure things will work out for the good. "

No, there was no way things would ever work out for me when I didn't even have anyone to support me financially.

"I don't have the money."

He leaned on the wall as the nurse helped a man in a wheelchair. Don't you have a loan agency you can borrow from? Or maybe a friend or a boyfriend? You don't have siblings, do you? " He asked.

I shook my head. "Everyone's trying to survive right now. I can't take a loan from this organization because I'm just a poor waitress working at a restaurant. " I answered.

"How about your friends?"

I shot him a cold stare. "They also need money for themselves and, besides, I only have one close friend. She doesn't have any money either.

"Well, I could lend you some." He offered, and I shook my head.

"No, I don't want to owe you." "The last one you helped me with, I almost committed suicide." I told him bluntly.

I could vividly remember when he helped me pay off the rent for my apartment and I promised to give him the money after two weeks. I couldn't believe that I found him the next day at my apartment demanding his money. I was so embarrassed.

"Alright, I get you." Doctor Carlos said and patted my shoulder. I sighed because, no matter what, I was going to find the money for his surgery so he could recover fast.

"Can I see my dad now?" I politely asked.

He nodded and I stood up. "You have a maximum of two months." It would be great if you could find the money soon. "

I was looking at my father through the glass wall. He was smiling at a nurse while chatting, and I was a little bit relieved to find out that he was still okay.

"Alright doctor, thanks for your help."

I went into his ward and sat on the bed facing him. The nurse walked out of the ward after greeting me, and I forced myself to smile as I didn't want to cry.

"Hi Dad, how are you doing?"

He smiled at me. "I'm feeling a little bit better." He answered.

"That's nice to hear. I'm glad you're feeling better now. "

He looked very worried. "Carrie, am I going to die?" He suddenly asked, and I shook my head, my heart hurting badly.

"No, you're never going to die."

He chuckled softly. "That's a relief." I'm glad I'm not dying anytime soon. "

I struggled to keep a calm expression on my face as I walked towards him and placed a hand on his forehead. "I've spoken to the doctor and he said you'll be alright when I bring the money for your surgery."

I also knew he was forcing himself to maintain a pleased expression; I could see that through his face. Where's Benita? Isn't she going to come and see me? "

Tears welled up in my eyes again as he mentioned my mother's name. How could I tell him that she didn't even care for him? How could I tell him that she's just staying at home without doing anything to help him? "She's doing fine, dad. She might visit you soon. " I lied.

He let out a low chuckle and coughed. "Soon huh? That's the same thing you said three days ago, and she still hasn't visited me. It's like she doesn't even care for me. " He yelled out in annoyance, and I knew it wasn't good for his health.

"Dad, calm down. I'll get her to visit you this evening. " I'm sure she'll just relax alright. "

He nodded and placed his head on the pillow. "Papa, I love you so much." I muttered with a genuine smile that made him feel a lot better.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He replied.

"I'll be going now."

With that, I left the hospital and went back home. Mom was sitting down on the coach with another man, and it made me angry. On a normal day, I could have just ignored it, but this time, I felt like shit.

"Hey, Carrie," the man called out, and I ignored him.

And how did he know my name?

My mom must have already spilled some kind of information to him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

That made me more angry. I turned to look at him with wide brown eyes. "Say one more word and I'll make you a patient at the hospital." I snapped.