Chapter Eighty Seven

He checked the number on every ward he passed; he stopped when the one he came across had the number 5 boldly written on it. He peeped through the glass frame on the door; his dad was lying there with the oxygen mask on his nose.

He couldn’t explain how he felt but he knew that something heavy dropped from his heart. His eyes watered and he proceeded to walk into the ward, closing the door gently as he entered, so he wouldn’t wake his dad.

He went around the bed and finally stood by the bed post close to the heart monitor and he sat on the bed

“Dad” Dylan mouthed as he traced his dad’s fingers with his, he started to sob silently. He didn’t know why he was crying so much, but it had something to do with the fear that he almost lost his dad and might still lose him if he doesn’t open his eyes.

“You’re a strong one, aren’t you?” he chucked softly, the only thing he could hear were the beeping sounds of the heart monitor and his dad breathing,

He rubbed his eyes with his palms and