It was a long drive back and a hard week back home. Her dad was in a pretty bad car wreck, and with no one around to help him out, she had to come help him out. She did not mind, he was her father, after all He had a hard time moving around on his own as he was healing up. She stayed at the house, keeping an eye on him, making sure he was fed and took his medications, taking him to the store and doctor's appointments. He was in pain, so she knew that was probably why he was snapping at her a few times, but it was still a bit stressful and hard... it only made her realize how much older her dad was getting, and made her worry a lot about him.<br/><br/>It did not help that while there, she had started to feel a bit under the weather herself. She would get weird nauseous feelings and had thrown up and felt faint and weak at times. She figured it was a flu, and to be quite honest, she was afraid to take a test. Her dad asked her about Paul... she didn't mention anything about their relationship, because she still wasn't quite sure what to call it.<br/><br/>Once her dad was starting to feel a little bit better, and once one of the neighbors agreed to come over and help him out every once in a while, she felt comfortable enough to finally head back home. Besides, she didn't want to get him "sick" too.<br/><br/>When she did return, about a week later, it was the middle of the night. She came in, looking visibly drained. She tossed her bags on the floor by her bed, and went out to the back deck, laying back in one of the lounge chairs, looking up at the night sky.