Novel & Cerita When Does Hiccup's Dad Die

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.

Dad asked softly as he sat close to me on the bed. 'It's Sheldon…” I said, wiping the tears off my eyes. “What happened? What about him?..” Dad asked. He… he … he … I burst into tears as the memory of what he did flashed through my mind again. “Oh my goodness. It's okay princess, it's gonna be okay.” Dad caressed my face as he consoled me. “When did he die?” Dad asked calmly. “Die? Wha-no… he didn't die Dad… at least I wish he should die… “

He finally looked a little relieved. “That’s better. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your father’s funeral is grand.” He grabbed Snow and turned to leave. “Come on, Snow. I’ll take you to eat something and help you relax. Don’t let this little thing ruin your mood.” I watched them leave quietly, then slowly took out my phone and pressed the stop recording button. Zeke was right. The dead could not come back, and those who were alive had to keep living, especially Zeke, once he realized that the person who had died was his father instead of mine.

Mum placed a large plate of pancakes on the table and sat down next to Dad, clasping her hands together, and still not looking at me. From the size of the pancake tower, she was very stressed. Add her lack of eye contact and Dad talking super calmly… this was likely to be some terrible news. ‘Mum, Dad, you’re both freaking me out. Just say it! Did someone die?’ They looked at each other again. Immediately, I sat opposite them, ‘Oh my god, who was it? Grandpa Mitch? I thought he was getting better!’ ‘No, no, Grandpa Mitch is fine, he’s doing great in fact,’ Mum sighed and grabbed my hand, finally looking at me, ‘It’s your father.’

I looked away from him to avoid staring at him as he ate, looking everywhere but at him. He ate in silence, his head down, and I couldn't help but sneak a peek at him, and my chest tightened. He seems lost in his head, deep in thought as he eats. I was about to ask when he spoke, “My father collapsed today.” My eyes widened. “Really?! Is he… is he okay?” He still kept his eyes fixed on the food as he answered, “Hmm-mm. But he won't last long.” “Is he sick?” “Yes. A sickness so serious that our healing power can't cure it. That means death.” A pause, long and heavy. “I hope it's soon.”