Rebecca's POV
                     I slowly forced my eyes open, my head spinning. I looked around, seeing Dad and uncle Joel both asleep in chairs in the room. My left arm felt weird, so I looked over, trying to stifle a gasp when I saw the bandages wrapped around it. Dad's head shot up, eyes wide, but he relaxed when he saw me. He came over to the bed, sitting on it beside me.

     "Hey, baby girl. How are you feeling?" I looked up, managing a weak smile. 
      "I've felt worse. A little woozy, though. How are you?" He swallowed, gently taking my hand.
      "I.....The only time I was more terrified was when I got sick, and thought I wasn't going to make it." He took a shaky breath, furiously swiping at the tears that threatened to fall.

       "I thought I was going to lose you again." He choked out, and I managed a weak smile.
       "Don't worry. You're not getting rid of me that easily." He chuckled weakly, squeezing my hand.
       "Good. I don't want you going anywhere." I smiled again, and then uncle Joel snorted slightly, jerking awake.
       "Mm.....Oh! Becki! How are you feeling?" I chuckled slightly, trying and failing to sit up.
       "I'm okay....." I kept struggling for a minute, and then Dad helped me. When he did, though, I felt his hands shaking really badly. I looked up at him, a little worried.

       "Dad, are you sure you're okay?" He looked kind of confused, and I nodded towards his hands.
       "You're shaking." Uncle Joel looked at him, also looking a little concerned. Dad forced a weak smile, looking down and then back up.

       "I know. I just.....I can't get my mind to realize it's over. That you're okay. I keep seeing it every time I close my eyes." He said softly, and uncle Joel sighed quietly. I had to force myself to blink back tears, and I took a deep breath. Just then, the door slowly opened, and mum came in, followed by a doctor.

        "Hello, Rebecca. Glad to see you're awake. Let me guess, you're a little bit woozy?" I nodded slowly, keeping my mouth shut, since my stomach was churning. A little while later, the doctor left, and uncle Joel left as well. So it was just me, mum, and dad in there. I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, and then I looked over at dad.

      "Dad?" I asked quietly, and he looked up. I nodded towards the radio in there, and managed a weak smile.
     "Can you turn the radio on?" He smiled, getting up and turning it on to K-Love. A song I'd never heard before came on.

They say sometimes you win some
Sometimes you lose some
And right now
Right now I'm losing bad
I've stood on this stage, night after night
Reminding the broken it'll be alright
But right now
Oh, right now I just can't
It's easy to sing
When there's nothing to bring me down
What will I say when I'm held to the flame
Like I am right now?

I know you're able, and I know you can
Save through the fire with your mighty hand
But even if you don't, my hope is you alone

They say it only takes a little faith
To move a mountain
Well, good thing
A little faith is all I've got
God, when you choose
To make mountains unmoveable
Oh, give me the strength to be able to say
It is well with my soul

I know you're able, and I know you can
Save through the fire with your mighty hand
But even if you don't, my hope is you alone
I know the sorrow, and I know the hurt
Will all go away if you just say the word
But even if you don't
My hope is you alone

You've been faithful, you've been good
All my days
Jesus, I will cling to you
Come what may
I know you're able
I know you can

I know you're able, and I know you can
Save through the fire with your mighty hand
Even if you don't, my hope is you alone
I know the sorrow, and I know the hurt
Would all go away if you just say the word
Even if you don't, my hope is you alone

My hope is you alone

It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well
With my soul

           I couldn't breathe as she song finished, and I looked up, seeing Dad with his head in his hands, tears pouring down his cheeks. I knew this song had obviously hit home with him. I leaned over, reaching for his hand, and I gently squeezed it. He looked up, and I smiled at him. He managed a weak smile back, and I saw something I hadn't expected to see in his eyes. Hope. He wasn't giving up hope, and neither was I. I looked over at mum, who smiled at us. She slowly stood, coming over, and kissed my forehead. None of us would give up. I had a family now, and not one of them would give up on me either.