SCARLETT
Even though it was practically daylight, my father was still sleeping soundly. I'm starting to become anxious. I am unable to sleep despite the fact that his vital signs are fine. I'm terrified, scared.
My father was in the private room, and Bruno assisted me in looking after him there. "Good morning, Ms. Scarlett! Are you still wide awake? Don't tell me you didn't sleep?"
I nod my head. "Bruno, I just can't get myself to sleep," I told him.
His eyes exhibit an expression of anxiety. "Mr. Ford continues to cause you anxiety, does he not?"
"Of course. Bruno, may I ask you what type of a question it is? I will never stop caring about how he is doing,"
He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "I know. But Mr. Ford has already made up his mind on what to do. This way has previously
