Denial

“I am not dead yet, there is no need for y'all to pamper me,” Zachary complained.

“We know you're fine, father, we just don't care. You just woke up and it is only right we take care of you until you are strong enough and well rested,” Elizabeth said.

Zachary didn't like the sound of that. He did not like to be babied.

“I don't plan to spend another day here. All you need to do is sign my discharge papers and I will be on my way…”

“On your way to where?” Zade questioned. “Neither of us will sign those papers until we confirm you are fit to move.”

“Fit to move? Was I diagnosed with paralysis? I can flex my legs as much as I want to. You kids are the ones making this a big deal,” He stated.

“We don't care what you think. We will sign the papers only when we feel like,” Elizabeth crossed her arms stubbornly.

Zachary glared at them, “If you don't sign those papers, I will…”

“You’re smart, Grandpa. I expected you would understand that threatening us would not change anything,” Zade int