Damon:
The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft beeping of the monitors attached to my father.
This was the only sharing sound that I could hear throughout the past few days. This and his breathing.
For the past few days, this infirmary had been my second home. I had spent hours sitting in this damn chair, watching over him, waiting for any sign that he was going to pull through. Hoping that he would just wake up, that he would get out of this situation, that he would stand strong again as I have always known him.
And finally, he did.
His eyelids fluttered before they slowly opened, revealing the sharp, calculating eyes I had grown up fearing and respecting. He looked around the room for a moment, trying to process what was going on, trying to process the situation that he wa
