ELENA
The sound of the beeping of those weird machines, the smell of disinfectant and the phenyl along with that gloomy atmosphere under the plain white-washed walls made me anxious.
I was waiting for the doctor to come out of dad's room and allow me to go and see him.
When I got a call from the hospital that dad's blood pressure suddenly spiked at the break of dawn, I felt like I was falling from a tall cliff and into the dark, unfathomable alley from where I could never return back or managed to survive.
I woke up Joanna, and without wasting any time, we rushed back to Swindon. She called Steve on our way, and he hurried to the hospital to be with dad.
I sat clutching my sweatshirt tightly in my hands during the whole ride, chanting a repeated prayer for dad's health.
I had not slept for more than two hours in the past more than twenty-four hours, and my mind and heart were constantly under one or another pressure.
