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“Brother, wake up, man.”
I could hear the voice through the fuzz in my head, but I was so exhausted. My eyes fought to stay closed. Someone shook my shoulder and I startled. My neck ached, my head ached, and my whole body screamed at me to get some proper rest.
“Blizz…” I rubbed at my eyes, the blur beginning to diminish and Optimus, my best friend, and president, stood next to me. “How’s he doing?”
Reality began to dawn and it was more than sobering.
He had overdosed. And with the amount of alcohol that was in his system and his aggressive nature, they were smart enough to keep him sleeping while they figured out what the hell was going on.
“When they told me he’d popped too many pills, I was thinking fuck off. This stubborn bastard would never leave this earth voluntarily. He’s too much of an asshole for that.” I told Op as I watched my father’s face. It was the first time in years I’d seen it without a scowl. He was never happy to see me. Whenever I visited, he’d always walked out with a ‘What do you want?’ even if he was expecting me.
It was never a friendly welcome.
Hands was a hard ass.
“They know what’s wrong then?” Op asked, leaning back against the wall opposite me.
Shrugging, I pushed my chair back and stretched up, loosening my cramped muscles. I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been there. One of the old timers from the club had gone around to visit yesterday and found him passed out on the floor.
I hadn’t left since they brought him in.
“The nurse looked a little nervous when she explained that the doctor needed to speak to me. But that could’ve been because of my dashing good looks.” I wiggled my eyebrows and Op cracked a small smile. “Chel didn’t come with you?”
“Your dad scares the shit out of her.”
Blunt as always.
“Scares the shit out of me, too,” I said, picking up the glass of water on the stand next to the bed and throwing back the whole thing.
There was a light tap on the door.
Op raised an eyebrow. “You want me to go while you chat with the doctor?”
I shook my head as I called for the doctor to come in. I wouldn’t admit it, but I needed all the support I could get right now. This was all new territory for me. My Dad was the biggest asshole on the planet, but I’d never seen him broken down—ever.
The doctor—a short, balding man—and a nurse who looked like she could be on the cover of Playboy came in quietly.
The nurse eyed me up and down, and I just knew that after this was all done, I would need a release. And she was going to be it.
“What’s up, doc?”
He wasn’t amused by my joke but gave me a small smile anyway.
“This is a bit more serious than we first thought, mister…”
“Blizzard.” The doctor frowned at my club name and made a quick note on his paper before he continued. “Mister Blizzard. Your father here has Korsakoff’s Syndrome. This syndrome is part of the early onset dementia family, and is usually associated with heavy alcohol consumption over a long period of time.”
And that was my Dad in a nutshell. He was a drinker—he wasthedrinker. And apparently now the drinking had taken its toll.
I scrubbed at my face with my hand, it was unshaven and longer than I usually kept it because of how much time I’d been cooped up in this fucking hospital.
“Can you explain?” I asked slowly, trying not to let my temper or frustration override.
Nodding, the doctor flipped over a few pages on his clipboard. “The reason your father overdosed on his medication was because he couldn’t remember taking it. His short term memory is severely affected, so he just kept taking them until he passed out not knowing that he had just taken his pill time and time and time again.” His eyes continued to scan the page. They never looked up at me. I didn’t know if that was because he was too scared to or because he was bored with having to explain this whole thing to me.
“So he has dementia?” I asked cautiously, looking over to Optimus to check that I wasn’t the only one who had heard that. Op’s eyes were wide as he stared at the doc in shock.
The doctor frowned, almost as though he’d just explained everything to me and I was still asking him stupid questions. “It’s a part of the dementia family. Your dad is only sixty. It’s not a common age for dementia patients, but it does happen. There’s a chance his circumstances could improve with a lot of hard work—”
