Goodnight or afternoon or morning, I came back after spending 4 hours at the hospital taking care of my father. It was a disaster, obviously. He ate, a lot. Which was good but he vomited. Then had to be hooked up to an ECG and oxigen. He kept removing his oxigen mask, to my despair stating that he didn't want to spend his life saving himself. I just can't bear to see him like this. It hurts and makes me really stressed. Soon we will be out of time, that's the truth no one wants to hear. He accidentally bumped off his ECG reader and all the numbers reached zero. I ran out to the hallway screaming bloody murder. The last time I was that scared was with KK. Will it feel like that when he dies? I dunno what else to write. I'm sorry.

Thank you for taking some time of your busy schedule to read this.

-Pepper (Or as my dad calls... Pip).