At eight o'clock in the morning, the entire hospital building was shrouded in a fine drizzle, making the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
Amelia watched as her father was wheeled into the operating theatre and saw the red light turn on. Suddenly, her heart raced, and her legs went weak.
Daniel Cooper looked at the pale-faced woman beside him, quickly supporting her to sit down, "Don't worry, it will be successful."
Tears filled Amelia's eyes, falling suddenly as she clasped her hands together, pressing them to her lips, and nodded heavily.
It would definitely be successful, her father would get better.
The waiting process was incredibly hard to endure. Amelia was so anxious that her headache was starting to act up. Her temples throbbed, and light spots flashed in her vision.
