Grandpa's Gone

At the hospital.

Aurora stood vigil outside the emergency room. Suddenly, the lights above flickered off, prompting Aurora to leap to her feet, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She steadied herself and rushed to the emergency room entrance.

As Lysander emerged, Aurora besieged him with questions, "How is he? How's my grandpa?"

Lysander sighed, "Aurora, I've told you before, the last surgery was perilously close to disaster. He cannot endure even the slightest disturbance."

"I know, it's my fault. I didn't take good enough care of him. How is he now?" Aurora was so anxious she was nearly ready to burst into the emergency room herself.

"He's stabilized for now, but he's not out of the woods yet. I've done everything I can; the rest is up to your grandpa's own luck," Lysander spoke gravely.

To a doctor, there might be no more moves to make, but for Aurora, this felt like a death sentence for her grandfather.

Aurora watched numbly as nurses wheeled her grandfather into the intensive