CLARA
"I was worried about Dad, how is he?"
My mom sighed and walked closer to me discharging the nurses, "Well he's alive"
"I'm sorry mama" I looked down trying to hold back my tears
"It's not your fault honey" She took my face In her hands and smiled. "Blame me and your father for this, if that hadn't happened we wouldn't be here"
"It's fine ma" I took her hands with mine. "It's okay, I just need to see Dad"
"Well he's a bit grumpy right now, you know how your father is, but sure let's go"
"Alright" I forced a smile and followed her, we stopped in front of a big door guarded by two huge men.
"Well this is it" My mother nodded. "Sure you want to see him now?"
"Yes, Mother I do" I looked around and noticed how huge the ward was. "At least he put him in n a good ward" I sighed.
