Chapter 11- Unravel

Angela's POV

I sit on the cold, hard bench outside the emergency room, my heart pounding in my chest. The minutes stretch into an eternity, each one heavier than the last. My fingers drum against my knees, my foot taps restlessly on the floor, but none of it eases the anxiety twisting inside me.

When the doctor finally emerges, I’m on my feet before he even finishes stepping through the doors. “How is he?” I ask, my voice thin and wavering.

The doctor gives me a kind, professional nod. “Your father is out of danger,” he says, and I exhale, feeling some of the weight lift from my shoulders. “He hasn’t woken up yet. We’ll continue to monitor him closely.”

I feel a slight rush of relief, and I dare to hope that things will be okay. “Thank you,” I manage, my voice soft. “Will he… is there anything else I should be worried about?”

The doctor offers a reassuring smile. “He’s responding well to treatment. Once he wakes up, we’ll keep him in for a few days; just in case there are any changes.