He left you home,

safe and sound

and the next thing he knew,

his men were walking in on a negotiation deal

to tell him that you were in the hospital

without an explanation why.

The drive there was excruciating

and although it only took fifteen minutes,

it felt like an eternity to him.

He came alone,

leaving his men behind to finish what

he didn't have a chance to.

It was either the money or you.

Money was always a possibility.

But another you,

there was not.

You could hear him outside of the hospital room,

arguing with one of the nurses

as if it was their fault you had fainted at home,

knocking your head in the process

and suffering from a mild concussion.

It was outside of visiting hours but

did Jack Napier give a fuck?

No.

He did not.

Rolling his eyes,

he pushed past the nurses

and through the doors,

locking it behind him

and pulling the curtain shut so that nobody

outside could see in,

leaving them out there to argue amongst themselves about how a man had came in violently,

refusing to return at a more decent hour.

"Daddy!"

You smiled at him toothily,

an iv drip connected to your arm,

cartoons running on in the background of the tv.

Oblivious to the situation,

it wasn't half as severe to you

as it would have been to anyone else.

You had always wanted to have an overnight stay in the hospital because all of your friends

had and to your innocent mind,

it was a cool achievement you couldn't wait to tell your friends about as soon as you got home.

"Look,

I'm on an iv drip!"

You told him informatively like it was incredible.

"Can you believe it?"

"What the fuck happened?"

He scoffed,

ignoring anything you had to say,

intense blue eyes on you.

"I can't leave you home for a few fucking hours

without you needing to go to the fucking hospital?"

"I tried to change the lightbulb in my playroom, daddy but then I fell off of the chair

and hit my head on the side of my dressing table.

See?"

You pointed to the cute little bandage wrapped around your head.

"You think this is fucking funny?"

He snapped at you.

"You think this is a fucking joke?

I just left in the middle of a fucking

million dollar deal for you.

My men came in like someone had just gotten fucking killed to tell me that you were

in a fucking hospital.

What the fuck did I tell you about climbing

onto things when I'm not there,

huh?"

"I wanted to play with my toys"

You furrowed your little eyebrows,

becoming defensive because he was being

so harsh with you.

"I couldn't see anything,

daddy and you weren't there to help me"

Sucking his teeth in annoyance,

he looked off to the side for a moment

to restrain himself,

running a hand over his face tiredly.

He was running on three hours of sleep that

he had gotten over 48 hours ago.

"What happened?"

He asked you lowly.

"Who called a fucking ambulance?"

"When I hit my head,

I fainted"

You answered him,

confused why he was questioning you,

making you feel like you did something

terribly wrong.

"And then I opened my eyes

to find myself on the floor and

I was really confused,

daddy.

I tried to call you but I couldn't remember

your phone number so I asked the old lady who lives down the hall if she could help me

because I didn't know where my daddy was"

"Alright"

He told you firmly,

sensing the weakness in your voice,

the worry in your cute little eyes that you had done something that you weren't supposed to.

"It's okay,

hm?

I'm not fucking mad at you,

I just had a bad night.

Daddy was worried"

"Why?"

You asked him curiously,

cute little eyes staring back at him.

"It's just an iv drip,

daddy

and the nurse told me that I'm fine.

I just have a little con..."

Unable to say the word,

he chuckled at you lowly,

a grin forming on his lips as he reached out,

smoothing a hand

across your forehead softly.

"It's concussion,

baby"

"Concu..."

You tried to pronounce it again

but you just couldn't,

scrunching your little face up in frustration

because the letters just wouldn't come out.

"It doesn't matter"

He cut you off before you went on all night,

trying to say it.

"It's just a fucking word.

As long as my girls alright,

hm?"

"Uh huh"

You nodded.

"I'm otay daddy"

"Good"

He leaned down to kiss your forehead roughly.

"Now you get some sleep,

huh?

I'll be back in a few hours"

"Daddy..."

You trailed off into a short silence anxiously,

hesitating to ask him like it was really important.

"Were you mean to the nurses?

because mrs Lilly said that she would sneak me in some jelly and ice cream from the cafeteria later but I don't think she will now because you were shouting at her.

Do you think if you say you're really sorry,

she'll still bring me some?"