She sprinted up the stairs, glided through people, and rushed through the door, "Papa? Papa?" The young girl saw her mother and ran to her, looking at her father through watery eyes on the hospital bed next to her. "Pap... Your... How are you doing?"
"Delila, shush. let your father rest. I told you to go down stairs and sit in the lobby. Go." Her mother pointed at the door and glared at Delila.
"Mother, please, the doctor said I should spend time with daddy... He said... said..." Delila couldn't finish the sentence.
Her mother finished it for her, "Your father doesn't have much longer. He needs to spend it in peace, without annoying little girls who can't keep their loud mouths shut."
A harsh, breathy voice spoke from the bed, alarming the argumentative pair, "Michelle, darling, let her stay. I want to talk to her. No need to be harsh to the girl, she only does what she desires, as all children do. Be understanding my love, she loves me just as much as you do." He coughed, struggling to even continue breathing, nut he went on, for his beloved daughter. "Delila, .y princess..." He combed her hair with his fingers as she clung to the bed side, holding his arm tightly, trying her best to be strong. "Do you remember when we danced the other night in the living room? You looked so beautiful in your princess dress, dancing on my toes." He took a few minutes to breathe, hoping his daughter didn't notice his struggle.
"Papa, I remember... Papa, I want to dance with you some more. Please Papa, don't go. Dance with me." A single tear ran down her rosy, adolescent cheek and clung to her chin.
"Baby girl, you know I wish I could. I have to stay in this bed... I'll tel you what, in a long, long, long," He poked her nose gently, "long time, you can join me in the clouds. We can dance all day and all night. You and me precious, you and me."
Michelle spoke up with a disgusted look on her face, "Okay, okay, daddy needs to get some rest now Delila. Go back down stairs, I'll get you when he's... finally resting. Say your goodbyes missy."
"I love you Papa, I'll miss you." Delila wrapped her small arms around his neck.
He pulled her into him, holding her tight, "I love you too. Always will. You never forget that, okay princess? Never."
"Okay Delila, it's time to go now." Michelle pulled Delila off of her husband and pushed her towatds the door. Delila stopped in the doorway and slowly turned to face her parents, "Daddy, when will you come home?"
He looked away from her and cleared his throat, causing a coughing fit.
A nurse came into the room, "Excuse me sweet pea," She whispered as she squeezed past Delila. Noticing the sullen look on the girl, she glanced over at her father and looked down at her clipboard, realizing what patient this was. The nurse looked at Delila's mom. Observing the annoyed and impatient look on her face, she knelt down next to the young girl. Trying to get the girl to leave before her mom burst, and feeling empathetic, she said smiling, "Do you want an ice cream cone? Let's go get you some, whats your favorite flavor?" The nurse led Delila out of the room.
Michelle looked at her husband, "Mitch, you were telling me something before your daughter interrupted? What was it?"
Delila's father, Mitchm looked at Michelle slightly lost, "What?"
"Mitch, the will. What were you saying about it? Tell me... Now. Please baby."
He slightly smiled, cluless, "Yes, of course darling. The will... I left my old vinyl records to Delila. When she grows up, I think she'll like them. What else? Oh! There's some money in the bank, a college fund for whenshe is older. The account information is in the will. And another foe Delila, but I don't want it to go to her until she is old enough. There are some-"
"Mitch! Enough about Dleila!" Michelle snapped, the quickly caught her composure, "Baby, you know I love you and Delila very much. If I could traade places with you, you know I would... but I simply can't." Her fingers traced his chest, "Mitchie, honey, tell me?" She batted her eyelashes.
"I was saving the best for last, of course. My love, My life, I left you the house, and everything in my personal bank account... My savings, no could ever spend them better than you." He smirked.
"Thank you. Darling, I really must be going now. I love you, goodbye." She saddened the look in her eyes and began to walk towards the door, satisfied.
Mitch stopped her, his last dying breathe, "Take care of her, Michelle. She needs someone to love, that loves her. Delila's a good girl."
Michelle nodded hesitantly, then walked quickly out the door.