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Mr. Anderson POV

“Please, I need to speak to my daughter. can you put a call through to her”l Mr Anderson said to the nurse who had come to give him a daily dose of drugs for the night.

“It's late already. We will call her friend tomorrow, so you get to speak to her” the nurse replied.

“ No, I want to speak to her. Please, it won't take more than a minute, I just want to hear her voice and know how she's doing. please” With his eyes which seemed to dim at the inability to get his wish fulfilled, Mr Anderson cried out adamantly.

The nurse seeing the worried look etched at every corner of his face, couldn't help but get moved.

“We can't get hold of your daughter, why don't I check back with her friend, the one who came in last to visit you and reach you out to him, then let you know of what he said” she replied, agreeing to his fatherly concerns.

She walked out of the room with her tools in hand. Mr Anderson's eyes seem to glow at the positive response and hope within his heart that he