Natasha storms into her Father’s room and is greeted by the sight of blood pooling on the floor and she treads carefully doing her best to mask the horror plunging through her veins.
“Dad, wha- what happened, you were doing so good,” she croaks.
“It was just a tummy pain, Nat,” William Dalton murmured, his eyes watery and face contorted in pain.
“I’ll call the doctor Dad, you’ll be fine,” she murmurs as she strokes his damp hair with her trembling hands.
From where she was perched, she could hear the fervent palpitations of her Father’s heart and she was certain it wasn’t just a stomach ache.
“How did this happen? He’s supposed to be feeling better. I mean he’s scheduled for surgery next month.” Natasha asked the nurse who appeared clueless with a hint of pity etched on her face.
“I’
