I take slow, small steps to the door. I open it cautiously to not frighten anyone on the other side. Just like he said, my dad was waiting for me right there.
"Alright, sweetie, let's go home." He says softly as he loops an arm around my waist to help me walk. In my drowsy state, I know I need the help. I gratefully let him hold the majority of my weight as we slowly walk to the entrance of the hospital, where I assume, my mom is waiting with the car.
We reached the front of the hospital, where Dr. Riff was lounging by the front desk. As soon as we were in her sights, she started walking toward us.
"Evie, can I please talk to you?" She asked me, though she was looking at my dad.
"Dr. Riff, Evie and myself are very tired and we would like to go home." My dad said respectfully, but the s
