15- The Surge

I woke up very early the next morning to the sound of my father having a very loud conversation with whoever it was on the other end of the phone. Then, eventually, I learnt that all the screaming and shouting was him answering a call from someone from the hospital. He spoke so loudly as if he was deaf in one ear or as if he wanted someone outside to hear whatever he was discussing.

Then, I heard him marching around the house as if he were part of the army, and then he walked past my bedroom door, and the steps became louder.

“TORI!” he called out for me as he banged on my bedroom door.

He swung the door wide and came in. He was all sweaty and panting, perhaps from all the yelling and pacing around he did earlier.

“GET DRESSED, WE ARE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL. NOW!” he ordered and then marched out of my bedroom, leaving the door wide open.

Still feeling exhausted and sleepy, I tiredly rolled out of bed and grabbed my bathing towel and dragged my tired feet to the bathroom.

“You can’