Stepping out of the Box

I decided to step outside of my comfort level for this. I feel like i have a good grasp with humor. So for this, I wanted to try something new. I have never been in this sort of situation, so alolng with the writing style, and had to try to imagine the situation too. I would love feedback as to how you feel about it.
P.S. I apologize for the lack of indents to new paragraphs, I have tried to fix it five times, and it continues to show up like this.

Moving On

Thomas sat on the edge of his couch and listened to the ticking of the clock that sat on the mantle place. The rhythmic sound of the gears turning did nothing more than to remind him that the time was coming closer to end for one of the best chapters of his life. He sat up and looked down the hallway that seemed to stretch on through an eternity and he was increasingly dreading taking the walk down the hall with each tick of the clock.
Thomas waited for the door at the hallway to open, but he wasn’t sure how he would react when it did. He hoped beyond reason that if he closed his eyes tight enough, the nightmare he was in would be over and his life would return to some sense of normalcy. As he closed his eyes so tight that he could feel the moistures of his tears build up, Thomas heard the sound of the door opening and the footsteps of his seven year old daughter as she walked across the wooden floor.
His daughter came to him and put her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly. He could smell his daughter’s sweet cherry lip gloss that she had worn everyday since receiving it on her last birthday. He returned her hug and was suddenly overcome with happier times.
Thomas thought fondly of his wedding day where it seemed like his life had truly begun. He remembered showing off each of his kids like a shiny new trophy to his wife as she lay on the hospital beds following their deliveries. And he thought of the long sleepless nights before special occasions where last minute wrapping and assembling of present took place. He wanted to wrap himself up in the warmth of those memories.
“It’s your turn, daddy,” his daughter said as she slowly let go of her dad.
Thomas forced his eyes open and looked up at the beautiful blond little girl. He could see that she too had been recently crying, but somehow Samantha managed to have a small crooked smile across her face. Her innocence shined on her face. Thomas reached out his hand and gently wiped away the solitary tear that ran across her smooth satin skin.
“Are you okay, sweetie,” asked Thomas.
“Yeah, dad. I’m ok.”
Thomas continued to look at his daughter, and he felt a great deal of comfort that he could see so many of his wife’s features in the little girl’s face. She had the same green eyes with a tiny blue speck and the dimple on her cheek that would someday melt the heart of some lucky man.
Thomas stood up and felt like he was carrying a thousand pounds on his back. He knew he would have to go in the room, but his feet didn’t seem to remember how to work. He slowly stepped forth, one foot after the other, but each time his body tried to propel him back to the couch.
As he made his way to the end of the long hallway, he turned and looked once more at Samantha. She now sat peacefully on the floor of the living room with her grandmother as they colored in her sketchpad. Thomas was glad that he didn’t have to go through this alone. His mother had come to help with things around the house, and he was thankful that she was willing to stay for as long as he and Samantha needed.
Thomas took in a deep breath as he turned to face the door and he dried the tears from his face. He needed to be brave, despite the fact that he was transparently terrified. When he pushed the door open, Thomas was met with the warmth radiating from the small room. The only sound in the room was a variety of beeping of alarms and the gentle humming coming from the different medical devices that filled the room. While most people would be annoyed or even scared of the machines, he had grown accustomed to them.
Thomas looked across the room at the tiny frail body that occupied the bed. He could feel his heart shatter at the site. He couldn’t imagine anyone having to go through what that body had experienced over the last year and a half. It seemed like torture.
“Hey, dad,” said his son as he struggled for air.
Thomas fought back the tears that were ready to burst from his eyes like a broken dam. “Hey buddy.”
“You . . . don’t look so good.” Once again his son gasped for air as he tried to speak.
Thomas let out a small laugh at Michael’s irony, but he knew his son could tell he was barely holding it together. For a thirteen year old, Michael had always been keenly aware of other’s emotional state, and after being cooped up in hospitals for so long, he became very observant of those close to him.
“You shouldn’t talk.” Thomas sat down beside his son, and silenced one of the machines next to the bed. “You need to save your energy.”
“Dad, it’s time.” Michael began to cough uncontrollably and with each cough his body seemed to be fighting to stay together.
Thomas helped his son sit up, and adjusted the pillows behind the small boys back. His son had fought off the cancer for a year longer than the doctors had expected, and with each day his body continued to surrender the fight but his mind held on.
Thomas shook his head and began to cry.
“There is so much I still want to say to you,” said Thomas.
Thomas didn’t want to lose anyone else. His wife had died shortly after Samantha turned two in an accident, and the only reason Thomas had gotten through that was because of his kids. Just as he felt like he was gaining some control of his life, he had to watch his son lose his battle with cancer.
Michael began coughing harder this time, and Thomas could swear he could see his son’s life slowly leaving his body.
Thomas threw his head down on his son’s lap and began to cry and plead in his heart with any higher power for his son’s life to be spared.
“Dad . . .” Michael found the strength to stroke his father’s head. “It’s gonna be fine.”
Thomas picked up his head and peered through tear filled eyes at his son.
“I’m tired, dad. But I don’t want to leave you and Samantha.” Michael’s lungs seemed to become increasingly difficult to fill. “I can’t go knowing you won’t be okay.”
Thomas wiped the tears from his eyes and could see the suffering in Michael’s eyes. The same brown eyes that once had been filled with such strength now seemed to long for relief. Thomas nodded softly, knowing that his son wouldn’t go until he knew his family was going to get through this loss. He couldn’t make his little boy suffer any more. Thomas needed to take care of his family, even his dying son.
“I love you, dad.”
Thomas sat up and held his head down to give his son a kiss on his forehead. “I love you too. We love you. We’re gonna be just fine Michael. But we will miss you. It’s time for you to go back to mommy. ”
Thomas continued to kiss his son’s head as he felt the small body finally lose the fight. Thomas reached down and picked up the small fragile body in his arms and cradled his son for the last time. The tears rolled down his cheek and landed on his little boy’s face.
Michael was gone.