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had a chance to pop his arm through the shower curtain with the towel, I ripped back the vinyl and held my arms out expectantly. He moved slowly as his eyes traveled from my breasts down lower and returned.
    “You didn’t look like that back then.” He reached around and gently wrapped the towel around my body, tucking the ends in the front.
    “Well, you can stop staring at my tits every chance you get now that you know what they look like, okay?”
    I giggled while stepping out of the shower and sat down on the toilet, propping my leg on the side of the tub. David rifled through the bag and removed the tube of antibiotic and packages of gauze and tape. Tearing through the paper with his teeth, he lightly pressed the cotton square over the stitches.
    “I don’t just stare at your tits, although they are fantastic. I stare at you. I never thought I would see you again, much less have you talk to me. I’m waiting to wake up and find out that this was some fucked up dream I had. I’m just trying my best to remember everything I can before that happens.”
    My lips curled down against my will into a frown. I knew all too well the feeling he was fighting within as I too battled those demons. I reached out and gently stroked the side of his face as he cared for my wounds. Without a word, I cocked my head to the side and took him in. I leaned forward and kissed the top of his head and brought him close.
    “Just don’t close your eyes too long, okay?”
    He stood and left me alone in the bathroom to finish getting ready. After digging through my suitcase, I realized I needed different clothes if I was going to be helping at the bar for a while.
    “Hey David, if you have time, can we go into town? Or you can just drop me off at the house and I can get the truck. I need some stuff from town.”
    He came back into the bedroom, brushing his teeth. “Yeah, I got nothing. We can go and see your dad for a bit, too.”
    I smiled and then turned to slide into my flip flops and get a cup of coffee before we headed out.
    David dropped me off at a mall a few blocks from the strip where I found a little place that sold exactly what I would need: lots of black camisoles and washed denim shorts. I picked up a giant men’s belt buckle and a straw fedora while I was at it. I skipped the cute heels and found a pair of tan cowboy boots. The chance I would need to kick some drunken piece of shit after I’d been on my feet for a few hours came to mind as soon as I saw them. Loading the bags into the car, I couldn’t help but smile as we drove to the hospital.
    “You seem pretty excited. Was there a clearance sale on granny panties?”
    I nodded up and down. “Fuck yeah, full ass coverage, wedgie proof, you know it!”
    David bit his knuckle, laughing as we sped down the road. I was able to walk pretty well when we got to the hospital, so he left me for a while to go and pick up some more supplies for the bar.
    I held my daddy’s hands and brushed along the scruff growing on his chin. Even unconscious, he was still so roguish and handsome. His arms were covered in turquoise ink from days gone by. Spider-webs ran along his elbows together with skulls and swords. There were naked women and military symbols of his travels around the world. A few peeked out from his chest underneath the light blue hospital gown. My daddy, the tough guy, holding on with everything he had.
    “I went to the bar last night, Daddy. I beat the shit out of your girlfriend. You know she was stealing, right? Should have seen the look on her face, it was priceless. Oh, and I love the girls behind the bar. They are amazing. I didn’t get to meet the dancers, but I will tonight. I promised I would come and help out. The place needs some structure, if that’s possible. David’s doing a good job, but you know, other things.”
    I felt the tears start to warm up beneath my eyes.
    “Daddy, I need you to wake up, please, I don’t know what to do. Ever since I got here,