Devastated

Ophelia’s POV

I sprinted past the glass doors of the hospital with my heart slamming violently against my ribs. I halted my movement when I saw some medical personnel gathered around dad's hospital ward.

I gulped in trepidation as I took tentative steps toward them. My hands trembled with intense anxiety as I walked.

I roamed my eyes across the heads of lab coats to find the oncologist. I didn't search for too long before our gazes met, and her eyes widened before she motioned to me to come over to her.

"Doctor, where is my dad and how is he feeling now?" I spurted out as soon as I reached her, ignoring the numerous stares that trailed after me.

"Calm down, Miss Ophelia. He is in his room and currently, we are doing our best to resuscitate him. Be rest assured that he'll be fine," She responded reassuringly with a smile as she interlaced our hands together to calm me.

I panted heavily as I stared at the closed white door to my dad's room. Part of me desperately wanted to believe the