The next morning, Laurel was at the hospital as early as possible, the doctor had called to let them know he didn't have much time left. According to him, it might be a matter of minutes or hours. When she got to the hospital, the doctors were already in her father's room checking on him.
One look at her father's face and tears started streaming down her eyes. She stood for like 2 mins before the doctors were ready to leave.
Her father cleared his throat before calling back the senior doctor, "Alfred," he called in a scratchy voice and the doctor stopped and stared back at him. "Come closer." He urged.
"What is it, Mark? Need anything?" The doctor asked.
"Get me off these tubes, will you?" Mark asked.
"What?" The doctor asked confused.
"It's a matter of time now, no need keeping all these occupied anymore. Just get them off. I want to talk to my daughter like a normal person this last time." He half pleaded.
