"I think it's a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one's self."
Iris's POV.
As soon as I convinced Devon to go home, the nurse informed me that Dad's condition was stable now and he would be awake in a few hours. She kept persuading both Chris and I to go home and rest. I knew I needed the rest and right now I looked worst than a raccoon, with my not-so-perfect ponytail and my swollen and red eyes due to all the crying.
I am surprised my body can produce that many tears.
After so much begging and bribing, the nurse allowed both of us to visit my dad in his ward. As I entered his ward, my heart ached for him, he looked so distraught, weak, and pale. I sat on a seat beside his bed, while Chris took the seat further from mine. There were so many tubes and wires connected to his body
