SHIRLEY'S POV
I stared at the doctor's face, trying to read any sign of what was to come. His forehead wrinkled in a worried yet sympathetic manner, and his eyes appeared to falter.
He was having trouble finding the appropriate words, and I could tell by the way he paused—a genuine empathy that only comes with awful news.
There was a hint of the tough talk that lay ahead in his expressions, which betrayed his professional calmness.
My heart was ready to strike as my imagination raced through the worst-case scenarios.
The doctor's comments struck me like a tonne of bricks, and not even his soft tonneau could lessen the damage.
With pity in his eyes, he remarked, "There is very little chance that your grandma will survive."
"Her blood pressure has increased to a dangerous level,
