Lillian rushed through the corridor of the hospital, her heart racing fast. Terrible images of her father's injured state were flashing in her mind and she was trying to fight off the tears. Her eyes and nose were red because she was crying all the way to the hospital. She ran up the stairs to the fourth floor, not having the patience to use the elevator.
Huffing and puffing, she scanned the room numbers until she spotted her father in one of the wards. He was surrounded by Lillian's mother and Jonathan, both of them looking grim.
"Dad!" She cried and approached the bed where her father lay. He was hooked to an IV and his heart rates on the monitor were slow but stable.
As soon as Natasha saw her daughter, she hugged her.
"Lillian!" she exclaimed, feeling relieved. "Where were you? I've been trying your phone for hours! Jonathan came by the house and told me that your father was in the hospital. I panicked and-"
She was speaking so fast that she ran out of breath.
