Aiden sat in the doctor’s office impatiently. He was nervous and couldn’t keep his fingers in place, they were fidgeting and he had to keep them busy by scratching his knee. He was anxious to hear what the doctor had to say to him concerning Hope. Was she able to survive or did those beeps he heard from her ward mean exactly what he thought they meant. “Mr. Aiden.” “Yes doctor.” Aiden blurted, he couldn’t control his emotions.“Your daughter, she—” The doctor began and paused, heaving a pathetic sigh and shook his head in pity. Aiden’s heart began to do somersaults, was she truly dead? He was becoming apprehensive. “What happened doctor? Is she dead?” The words came out lowly from Aiden, like it was a taboo to speak them and with each syllable that came out of his mouth, pangs of pain stabbed his chest. “No! No. She’s not. She’s alive, barely though.” The doctor stated and Aiden felt a notable amount of his burden taken off him, and he would’ve sighed in relief if her death wasn’t
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