"Ah!"
Mr Russell immediately shot up from his seat and lunged towards the bed of his son, the old man was so anxious that his stare was visibly the witness of his worry.
"Oh my goodness!"
Tears swelled up in his hazel eyes which flickered even more with the water in the sockets that the man caressed Ezekiel's forehead with a half laugh and half crying expression.
"Ezekiel, thank goodness you are awake, son!"
The old man was repeatedly saying that with his voice becoming shallow each time the words left his mouth.
I mean why wouldn't they, after all the once sturdy and austere cheerful man was reduced to a few gasps of breaths with numerous tubes around his body. Ezekiel tried to follow the voice which had been calling him but the vision was extremely blurry that he moved his eyes and face to recognize the surroundings.
"Where am...am I?"
