The old man I met on the day I was walking to the hospital, stood outside the car. He wasn't at all leaning in it.
"Good morning sir." He opened the door as I stepped down from the stairs.
"Have you being out here since you arrived?" I looked at the older man in question.
If my father was to be alive, he will undoubtedly be close to his age.
"Yes sir."
"You shouldn't have done so. "
I felt really sorry for being the reason he stood outside the car for longer than he should have.
"It's not problem. It's an exercise of a sort." He smiled. The look making him seem younger than he is.
"Don't wait out another day." I entered the car, and he closed the door behind me.
If not for gossip hungry Bb, he wouldn't have stood out here for a long time waiting for me. He would have had the rest
