“How is he?” I asked nervously for the umpteenth time, rubbing my tense fingers together. My panicky gaze was watching intently, as Doctor Drake checked on Father.
He stayed silent like he'd been doing since he began examining Father's pale body.
I've had my fair share of medical experience to know that he needed a bit of silence to do his job. And that freaking out next to him wasn't gonna help. But it's hard to stay calm. Not when his gaze shows that something's wrong.
Please, let Father be okay. I prayed vehemently, still watching Doctor Drake.
He finally looked my way and offered a stiff smile. “Try to relax, Luna Elena. It's not that serious…”
Those words sounded like a lie. And they were, his eyes confirmed it. They were betraying him in the worst way.
“Please tell me the
