A Movie and a Few Monsters -Private-

Zach could see how tense Taylor was getting. Zach squeezed her shoulders and kissed her hair.

"Relax okay, everything's alright," Zach whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

-Eh lack of muse-

Finally after a long walk, they arrived in the hospital. She looked at Zach, trying to process just how tired he was. "You know, you should really rest for a while," she told him, half-smiling as she led him to the nearest seat. She gave him an unsure look. "I'm going to see my dad," she said finally, still thinking of a way to put her offer. "Are you staying here or...?" she trailed off, watching Zach's reaction.

((Losing ideas as well xD Wonder if I should kill Taylor's dad off. What do you think?))

Zach rolled his eyes. What did Taylor think he was going to say? Zach wasn't leaving her side for one minute. Who ones what would happen? Or maybe it was his fatal flaw or something.

"I'm coming with you. Just hide your hickey," Zach told Taylor with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

-Yeah xD DRAMA-

Zach smiled at Taylor, his eyes lighting up. Zach toon off the sweatshirt he was wearing and have it to Taylor. He pulled it over her head. It covered the hickey perfectly. Zach grinned.

"There solved. Besides, I can't help myself miss," Zach said, his accent returning. Zach smiled at Taylor lightly. He gently kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her.

-I just realized that Zach never had a shirt on before lol. Now he does xD IS TAYLOR's dad gonna die?-

Taylor closed her eyes as Zach put the sweatshirt on her. She took a deep breath and discovered that it smelled like Zach. She inwardly smiled at the thought. "Thanks," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek. She pinched his cheek slightly. "You and your cute little accent."

After asking the nurse, Taylor led Zach to her dad's room. She sighed before entering. She nearly took a step back as she saw her dad lying on the bed, a lot of tubes attached to his arm. He looked pale, with his grey hair messy and his eyes closed. Taylor sighed in relief when she realized that he was just sleeping. The ICU beside him beeped regularly, the zigzagging lines showing them that the patient was still alive. Taylor glanced at Zach before she entered the white room of the hospital. Taylor walked up to the bed and knelt next to the bed. "Hey, Dad," she said, smiling at him. "Long time no see."

Jason Brooks' eyes fluttered open. He slightly tilted his head to look at Taylor, a smile gracing his lips. "Hey, Princess," he said weakly as he tried to lift his hand to touch her hair. "Thought you weren't supposed to be out of that camp."

"Dad, you know I hate that name," Taylor said. "Yeaaaah... well I snuck out to see you. Aren't you that special?"

Jason chuckled and coughed slightly. His half-closed eyes went over to the sweatshirt. "You're wearing a sweatshirt," he said, surprised. "You never wear sweatshirts." His eyes shifted to Zach, and his expression hardened. "Taylor, who is this?" he asked.

Taylor bit her lip as she glanced at Zach.

((Behold the magic of shirts--they disappear and reappear at random moments! xDD And yeah, he's going to die soon. I forgot to say that in my previous post.

EDIT: I was bored when I did this xDD))

"Dad, can we please just worry about your condition before anything else?" Taylor said, her face still hidden behind her palm. Gods, she was extra thankful that the hickey was hidden. Her dad might just get out of the bed and punch Zach on the face.

Jason turned to her, smiling. "Sorry, sweetcheeks. Can't help myself."

Taylor finally put down her hands, her cheeks turning pink. Gods, her dad was embarrassing her with that nickname. Zach better not use it or else. She settled on lightly touching her dad's hand, where some tubes were stuck. "How'd you end up like this?" she asked him calmly, but deep inside she was imagining herself freezing the masked man she had seen in her dream.

"Oh, it's nothing," Jason said so softly that Taylor had to lean slightly towards him to hear.

"What's the deal with that masked guy who shot you?" Taylor finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

The man seemed surprised that Taylor knew. "Oh, he's... he's just someone I borrowed money from," Jason muttered softly, almost not audible enough for Taylor to hear. His hand found Taylor's as he continued, "I'm glad you went to see me."

Taylor slightly squeezed his hand, trying not to break down at seeing her dad so weak. "Yeah well," Taylor started but not knowing how to continue. She smiled. "I love you, Dad. Promise me you'll get out of this."

Jason only smiled back. "I love you too, Taylor," he replied, but he only mouthed the words this time. Then Taylor felt his hand go slack and beeps started to emit from the unit beside him. She froze, gripping his hand hard.

"Dad?" she said, raising her voice as she shook his hand vigorously. "Dad! Hey!" Tears threatened to fall but Taylor didn't care as she stood up and tried to shake the limp man on the bed. Her voice started to break as she started yelling, "Wake up! Don't you dare do this to me! Nurse! NURSE!"

((I guess you can go type the part where the doctors and nurses come in and him dying))

Let this be a dream... a nightmare... a sick nightmare...

Taylor opened her swollen eyes and saw that she was in an unfamiliar place. And then she realized that she was half-lying on Zach and the ground. She groaned, trying to get up, one of her hands trying to cover part of her face. The tears were still coming, and she hastily tried to rub them off. Through the tears making her vision somewhat blurry, Taylor spotted what seemed to be a farm. She blinked. A farm? For real? What the--where were they?

Rolling over to her side, Taylor found herself reliving the recent events and she momentarily forgot about the farm. Her dad... He was really dead, wasn't he? She clenched her teeth at the thought. 'Time of death: 9:43,' the doctor's voice seemed to echo endlessly in her mind. She bit her lip as she shed more tears, wanting to turn away from these kinds of thoughts. But the more she tried to banish them from her mind, the more they seemed to cling on and torture her.

Wanting to think about something else, Taylor focused on their surroundings. The distraction worked a little, slightly easing a bit of the tension. So there was a farm... Oh look a barn too... "Where are we?" she asked Zach hoarsely. Gods, her crying must have taken a big toll on her voice. It sounded scratchy. Then a sudden thought occurred to her, and Taylor wondered why she didn't think of it before. "Is... is this your farm?"

((Wow, do we enjoy tormenting our characters or something? lol))

Zach couldn't help but smile lightly t Taylor, He hugged her back, kissing her forehead lightly. Zach rested his chin ontop of Taylor's head, smiling lightly.

"It's alright babe, we all get moody sometimes," Zach said to Taylor, chuckling lightly. Zach looked at the stairs, bitting his lip. Zach let go of Taylor, walking to the stairs.

"You should sleep," Zach told her, looking at her with her blue-green eyes. Sleep did help Zach when his dad died. Zach went up the stairs, making sure no one or anyhing was there. Zach did a quick check and came back down. Zach smiled at Taylor, letting her know that the coast was clear.