Ashley
As we arrive at the entrance to the hospital I feel my heart rate pick up its pace, my hands are clammy and in all honesty, I'm scared. I'm scared of facing the reality of my dad being dead, I'm scared of saying goodbye to him, and more than anything I'm scared of never seeing him again.
Jack opens the door and pulls me inside he hasn't let my hand go since we left the packhouse and I'm grateful for it. We walk down a long corridor the walls are pristine white while one of the lights above our head flickers as the familiar smell of a hospital hits my nose and I want to gag,
We stop at a door and Jack knocks on it before looking at me with a beautiful smile, I go to talk to him but the door opens, and out walks an older man he has been at least 60 years old, his salt and pepper ha
