I still felt solemn with everything that had just happened, but now, after hearing the doctor say that my dad was going to be okay and after seeing his state of being, there was finally a sense of relief, even though none of us had fully relaxed yet. My dad was still lying in the hospital bed, looking exhausted, his face paler than usual, his eyes tired as he glanced at all of us. My mom was sitting beside him, holding his hand in both of hers, like she was afraid that if she let go, something would happen again. Emma and Ella stood close together, and I could sense the tension in their shoulders, the way their arms were still wrapped around themselves, like they were trying to hold in all their emotions.
I was still standing near the bed, my fingers gripping the edge of the mattress, sta
