I drove quickly as harmony clutched onto the bottom of her seat for dear life. When we arrived at the hospital it was deader than usual. Barely anyone roamed the halls. A few doctors, a few nurses, even a few other people at times. But mostly, it was dead. We didn't have to ask which room my father was in, because once we turned the hall I spotted my sister and Nash standing in front of a room with the door wide open. My sister's face was pale and her blonde hair was put into a messy bun. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater as Nash wrapped his arm around her. I walked towards them hesitatingly as anxiety came towards me, each step I took. "H-how is he?" I stammered. "He's fine...so far..." My sister mumbled, not even having the confidence to stare up at me with the gleam in h
