Ken stood frozen on the doorstep, watching in shock as his mother rushed out of the house in a panic.
"M-Mom, what's going on?" Ken stammered, his heart pounding in his chest.
His mother turned to him, her face pale with worry. "Ken, it's your father. There's been a fire at the grocery store, and he's been badly injured. We need to get to the hospital right away."
Ken's mind raced as he followed his mother to the car, each step feeling heavy with dread.
As they drove to the hospital, Ken's thoughts were consumed by fear for his father's safety. He tried to push away the image of his father's grocery store engulfed in flames, but it lingered in the back of his mind like a haunting specter.
When they arrived at the hospital, Ken's mother led him through the bustling corridors to the emergency room. The smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, adding to Ken's sense of unease.
As they approached the waiting area, Ken spotted his father lying on a gurney, surrounded by doctors and nurses. His heart constricted at the sight of his father's pale, bandaged face, his body battered and bruised from the fire.
"Mom, is Dad going to be okay?" Ken whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
His mother squeezed his hand, her own eyes brimming with tears. "We don't know yet, Ken. But we have to stay strong for him."
Ken nodded, his throat tight with emotion. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead.
As they waited anxiously for news of his father's condition, Ken's mind raced with worry and fear. All he could do was wait, his heart heavy with concern for his father's well-being.