“Can you cough again please, sir?” the doctor asked.
Her father attempted a slow wheeze as the doctor held a gentle hand up to his back, cupping the cold metal against his skin in an attempt to hear his heart beat. How long were these tests going to take? How long had they been coming here? It felt like they had been here an eternity.
Her father gave a sharp gasp. He was really coughing now.
“Are you okay dad?” she asked, rushing forward to offer him some water.
Still coughing, he nodded his head and leaned back on the bed, slowly taking the water from her. “Like a Sunday afternoon,” he finally said quietly.
She smiled, a smile equally as Continue reading...