When Does Hiccup's Dad Die Novels & Stories

But my dad was there for me in those moments, comforting me. "Time of death: 17:42. Prepare him for postmortem care." Fuck! To stop the tears, I bit hard on my lower lip. His lover, Axton, cried like a baby and openly wept. I kept my emotions in check as I watched my dad lie lifeless there. Fear gripped my heart and threatened to suffocate me.It seemed like a bad joke. How could someone so full of life vanish in an instant? "He's dead; he's gone," Axton lamented. "I'm never going to see him again."

“Strong, forgiving… she’d be so proud of you.” I couldn’t hold back the sobs anymore. I leaned down, resting my head on his chest, listening to the faint, uneven rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’m sorry,” he murmured one last time, his voice barely audible. And then, the beeping of the monitors turned into one long, continuous tone. “Dad?” I said, sitting up quickly. But he was gone. I felt Marcellus’s hand on my shoulder, grounding me as my world seemed to collapse around me.

Her body went rigid all at once, as if someone had pressed pause on her. She answered. The same voice as before came through the line. "Caleb Mercer's family. Caleb Mercer passed away three days ago. When can you come in to complete his death certificate? We really are not joking..." Something seemed to explode inside Mom's head. She could not even stand and nearly collapsed. She finally understood. Dad had never been lying. I really was already dead. "I understand. I... I'll come right away..." Her voice shook beyond recognition. After hanging up, she rushed straight to the hospital.

I didn't though. Maybe that's why she's more shocked than excited to see me. “Where's Sophie?” The first thing I asked him. Seeing him flung his face off, I knew it had happened. I smirked, rolling my eyes off before he could even reply. Then switched it back to ask next. “And your dad?” “Sick and hospitalized.” I scoffed. “Where's Sophie?” “It's a long story but she's no longer with us. She accidentally committed suicide.”

she said again. The line went dead. I sat holding the phone in both hands, staring at the blank television screen, and let the silence expand around me until it filled every corner of the room. Harper did not say anything. She just reached over and put her hand over mine, the same way she had in the coffee shop two days ago, and held it there while I rebuilt my breathing from the ground up. My father. Fifty-eight years old. No prior cardiac history. A man who ran five miles every morning and had not missed a physical in twenty years. The doctors had called it sudden cardiac death, devastating and unpredictable, the kind that struck without warning, even in healthy men.

I whispered. My whole body was shaking. What the hell was happening? I turned to face my father—and saw him grinning. I blinked, and tears began streaming down his face. He fell to his knees, sobbing. Haley sat beside him and wrapped her arms around him. I shifted my gaze back to the television. Jarred was surrounded by reporters. “What can you say about your dad’s death?” “Do you feel sad about your father’s death?” “Do you feel good after trying to kill your friend?”

Yuan smiled at him. Letting out a relieved sigh, Dad looked at him in the eyes then said, “I’ve been waiting for you to finally call me that, son.” He pats Yuan’s shoulder but Yu pulled him for a hug. Dad hugged him back, and I swear, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. “How’s the operation?” Yuan asked when Dad released him. Dad looked at me with sad eyes then shook his head. “He didn’t make it.” My heart died too many times within twenty-four hours, been resurrected many times, too, just to be murdered again.

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!”

She listened to his heartbeat and put a finger under his nose to check his breathing. "He… He's not breathing." The blood drained from her delicate face. "Jacob, your father… is dead. He died from cardiac arrest…" Jacob went still, seemingly surprised at first, but his expression returned to normal after a second or two. He continued dialing 911. "Hello, 911? My dad had a heart attack. I don't think he can hold on for much longer." … After leaving the Smith residence, Serena and Wilson headed over to a famous Centurian restaurant to make up for not filling up their stomachs at David's birthday dinner earlier.

her tears is flowing while she’s looking at Lucifer. His heart stopped and now, he is finally dead. After a long years. Lucifer finaly say good bye. He never survived the last chemotherapy because he also have heart complication Ely stood up and kissed his lips. “Lucifer hubby, let me sent you to your home. I will always love you, Lucifer.” she whipped her tears and call the ambulance for assistance. “Mom, why are you crying?” Luis asked her. “You dad is resting now in heaven.” Luis didn’t moved he’s standing and stunned while looking at her mom.