“He's in a very critical condition.” The doctor announced with a sad expression. “We will be taking him in for an emergency operation, but I will let you know that your prayers are needed more than ever.”
“Oh gosh,” a drop of tear rolled down my cheek.
The doctor offered a comforting nod. “We’ll need someone’s signature before proceeding.”
“I’ll do it.” Sam stepped forward.
“Please sir, follow me.”
This was all feeling real too fast that my legs betrayed me instantly, because the next I knew, I was sitting on the floor, hand on my head. “Oh goodness. Dale mustn't die. Please.”
“Mummy, what happened?” Donald nudged, looking worried.
I couldn't even make out a reply.
That made Sam walk over. “I don’t think this place is good for the little boy. Let me take him out so he doesn’t have
