8 #He is in coma

“I’ll take you,” he said, holding my hand, helping me.

I nodded my head at Jason’s words. I really want to see my dad, and creating an uproar will only make things worse. Now my dad is more important than anything else.

I gave Jason the address as he drove us to the hospital. Within minutes, he parked in the hospital parking lot. We hurriedly made our way inside, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on us. As we entered the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and uneasiness, wanting to know his condition as soon as possible. The sterile smell of the hospital and the sight of people rushing around added to my growing apprehension. I clenched my fists, hoping for good news about my dad's health.

Standing in the hospital foyer, unaware of what to do as my mind went blank, I stared at the lobby, where people were coming and going, unaware of my situation. It felt like all my senses suddenly stopped working altogether as I was consumed by worry. The silence aroun