Tim's POV
Tim Wilson sat in the chair beside Riea's hospital bed, his hand tightly gripping hers. The accident had been his fault; he knew it, and he couldn't shake off the guilt that consumed him. He should have been more careful, more attentive, but no, he had let his guard down, and now his daughter was paying the price.
A nurse walked in, interrupting his thoughts. "Mr. Tim, it's time for your daughter's medication," she said.
"About time," Tim grumbled, barely acknowledging the nurse's presence.
As the nurse administered the medication, Tim couldn't help but notice the tubes and wires that were connected to Riea's small body. How could he have been so careless? His arrogance and complacency had cost him dearly, and he hated himself for it.
After the nurse left, Tim looked out of
