Apple looked at her father, who was lying on the bed with a look that was hard to explain. The expression on her face was hard to read and she didn't move from her seat for a long time.
No one knew what was going on in her mind right now, but she certainly hadn't closed her eyes all night, as if she were afraid she might miss something, even though a doctor had come and told her that her father would be fine.
Pyro had passed his critical period and was currently in the recovery process. He was under the influence of drugs to speed up his recovery, so he hadn't regained his consciousness until now.
Apple understood, but that didn't mean she was going to stop worrying about her dad.
And as the sun shone through the shuttered windows, casting a golden glow across the room, Apple heard the sound of the door being opened from outside.
