Miguel was sitting beside your hospital bed, holding your hand with a tight grasp. You had been in and out of consciousness since the car crash, your father was by your side every day even if you couldn't see him or feel him. He should have been the one to take the hit, not you. He was the one driving, it was his fault for getting into that wreck.

His head hung low, staring at the floor while he listened to the heart monitor beep above him.

He had already lost one kid, he isn't losing you.