I nodded and I opened the car door. I sat next to Rowen. Dad was still unconscious, Rowen wasted no time starting the car and started driving to the hospital. There was still blood flowing from Dad's head, his condition was getting worse. How much pain he was going through, just an imagination was enough to shake me.
"Dad. Please Open your eyes, Dad.." I couldn't stop myself from calling him. I hoped that he would open his eyes if I called him with the same affection I used to do when I was three. But he was unresponsive, his face started turning pale. I was scared that I would lose him, I was sweating on my forehead.
Suddenly Rowen held my hand, I stared at him with teary eyes. He pressed my hand with him, giving me comfort.
"Don't worry. Nothing will happen to your dad. I won't let
