Annalise's POV.
The hospital's sterile, white walls felt suffocating as Dad began to rush into the emergency room that accommodated Mom and Grandma J.
Panic gripped me and my pleas to treat them immediately fell on deaf ears,
"I can help Dad, Grandma, I can help him with treatment, please let me in. We need to act fast! The poison is ancient and deadly. I can help them, let me treat them!" I insisted, urgency lacing my words.
Grandma, still clinging to her belief in Dad's abilities, responded, "Your father is gifted in medicine too, Annalise. He'll take care of them, you'll see how miraculous he'll treat them."
"But Grandma, the antidote is complicated, the surgery is tough. We can't waste time!" I argued, frustration building within me, and the urge to start screaming like a mad wom
