Chapter Twenty-EightThe beeps and breathings of the hospital equipment in the ER were unnerving. More so the sight of his dad lying in a bed, a tube snaking out of his left arm, his right one tight with a white bandage.
Sam came into the room. “Dad?”
“Son? Is…is that you?” Joe Price said, his voice feeble.
Sam dropped his jacket in a chair and moved closer to the bed. “Yeah, Dad. I'm here. What happened? I couldn't find the doctor—”
“Come…a little closer…so that I might touch your face one last time.” His dad waved his right arm blindly in the air toward him.
Sam's eyes narrowed. “Dad, what's going on?”
Joe Price touched his son's face, fingers fluttering on it. “My son,” he said. Then he burst out laughing, shaking the bed.
Sam sighed. “Dad, what's wrong? This isn't funny.”
His da
