After some time, the nurse came back to the waiting room.
She looked around and called me.
“Come with me.”
My heart started beating faster as I followed her down the hallway.
When we entered the room, I saw Richard lying on the bed with an oxygen mask over his face.
He looked much calmer than before.
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked nervously.
“Yes,” the nurse replied.
“The doctor gave him oxygen to help him breathe better.”
A moment later the doctor walked in.
He looked at me and asked, “Is he your father?”
For a second I hesitated.
“Yeah,” I replied, looking back at Richard.
He looked far better than when we had arrived at the clinic.
“Well,” the doctor said with a small smile, “your father is okay for now.”
I felt a wave of relief run through my body.
“He almost suffere
