A thin man with little to no flesh and only bones was laying on the bed. All hair grey, his eyes droopy and on the verge to close. The man's head slowly turned to look toward me while I stood at the doorway, immobile.
" Dad." I whispered as I felt so weak seeing him in this state. It was the worst! My hands suddenly felt so numb and my knees were wobbly.
" Fifteen, please take Alan outside." I said in a shaky voice and handed Alan to him. As Alan went away from my arms, he made a crying face but he didn't make a sound. Maybe even he realized that I wasn't feeling sane right now. Fifteen nodded his head and walked out of the room. I closed the door when he left.
