How Did Hiccup's Dad Died Novels & Stories

Taped at the corners where it had torn. I opened to the first page. *September 3. Mom died today. I didn't cry. Dad cried. The doctors cried. I watched. I wrote: 3:15 pm, doctor said "I'm sorry." 3:16 pm, dad fell down. 3:20 pm, nurse gave him a pill. 3:45 pm, dad slept. I sat in the hall. 6:30 pm, aunt came. 7:00 pm, we went home. I didn't cry. I don't know how.*

I asked, still in denial. “Your father died at midnight,” She said, trying not to cry. My heart began to ache, the last time I saw my dad, or even his silhouette was during an argument when he stormed out of the house with my mum. “I…I don't understand, but you said he was doing okay last night and the doctor confirmed it,” I stuttered, struggling to hold back my tears. “Yes, he was, after he died, an autopsy was carried out and some poisonous drugs were found in his system. Someone tampered with his drip while he was in a coma,” She cried holding me tight.

But I decided not to pursue the question, since I've asked and he avoided it like a plague. While Hugh's dad had a chronic heart attack and died in prison, the report said that he has paranoia which was resulted from his brain tumor. Hugh spent that year in another intense counseling session with his psychiatrist and managed to pull through. Again. "Both of you are packing your briefs for our honeymoon, or maybe you don't have to. I just bought my boys our very first private island getaway." "You're spoiling us," Hugh said but he looked at me and winked sexily.

He was calm and quiet, his back a little more hunched than the day before. Days later, my case finally went to trial. The man who murdered me was sentenced to immediate death, and the sound of the gunshot marked the end of the nightmare that had haunted me. Right after, though, Dad collapsed after coughing up blood. He had been diagnosed with a severe tetanus infection. Theo fell apart. He begged the doctors to help and Dad to fight. However, Dad refused. Theo wept until he couldn’t breathe. “Why, Dad?! Mom’s already gone! Why are you leaving me, too?! Please, I’m begging you, stay, Dad!”

my reply was close to a growl. Crystal had arranged a dinner with her parents and I had accidentally blown it. She has been pissed about it, accusing me of always prioritizing Xyrra over her although it wasn’t exactly like that. When I was five years old, my dad died because of food poisoning. I knew people would raise their eyebrows, some would even laugh about it, so I kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone about his cause of death. Only a few members of our family knew about it. Then on the night that I was supposed to have dinner with Crystal’s folks, I learned that Xyrra’d had food poisoning so I told Crystal and his family that I needed elsewhere and left. Even her folks seemed to und

That I was special. But I guess I stopped being special the moment my mother died. That felt like another lifetime. Uncle Pete turned to leave, then paused at the door. “Oh… did they tell you how your father died?” I nodded. “Heart failure. That’s what they said.” Pete’s face twisted. He muttered something under his breath and shook his head. “That’s not possible. He wasn’t sick. No history of heart issues. No warning signs.” I froze. “What are you saying?”

My heart dropped and i gasped out loud pressing my other hand to my mouth. “Oh my gosh,” I could hardly breathe. My dad… was murdered? He began to explain, in a roughened voice. I could tell he had probably been crying from how hoarse and thick with emotion that it sounded. The news: traces of a poisonous substance were found in Dad’s body, which when accumulated causes a quick death preceded by swift organ failure. “I didn’t want to worry you back then,@ he said. “But dad had actually been a little il days before he died. He said it was stomach trouble but the doctor couldn’t find anything so we thought it was nothing. All those damn signs that I missed…”

She found her mother, Karylle, sitting in a waiting room, her face pale and drawn. "Mom!" Khana cried, rushing to her. "What happened? How is Dad?" Karylle stood up and pulled Khana into a tight embrace, her body trembling. "Oh, Khana," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Your father... he collapsed this morning. The doctors say it was a severe heart attack. He's in the ICU now, and they’re doing everything they can." Khana felt her knees go weak, and she sank into a chair, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "But why? How did this happen?" she asked, her voice breaking.