Chapter Seventy-Three
JOSIAH
"How are you feeling, dad?" I asked when I came to the hospital straight from work.
He's been hospitalized for a day and the doctors want to observe his health for another day, in order to make sure it won't happen again. According to them, my father got lucky he didn't get a stroke, but he might not be lucky next time.
Five hours before working hours were over, I received a call from mom that dad regained consciousness and I couldn't be more relieved.
"I'm fine and I want to go home." He replied in an irritated tone and my mom only shook her head.
He's not hooked up with any machines anymore and he's propped up. Judging from the empty tray on the table, he must have just finished eating, and knowing my mother, she probably forced him to eat everything
