As I finished cursing David, I rushed to the hospital with as much speed as I could muster.
I reached the hospital in about half an hour. Completely out of breath and feeling feverish, I climbed up the hellishly long flight of stairs to reach the twentieth floor in which my poor mother was residing in. I could have been diagnosed with some serious disease by the doctors there with the state I was in.
As I reached the twentieth floor, I braced myself for what I would see. I hoped that she was fine.
As I was about to reach the room of my mother, a man walked out. A man that although was vaguely familiar, I did not regonise. I yelled at him.
"Oi! Who the bloody hell are you?!! What do you want from my mother?!!!"
The man disappeared along the maze of corridors. I ran into my mother's room.
"Are you okay Mom? Did the man hurt you?"
'Peter... your father...'
"Yes? What about him. He left us six years ago."
'He's alive'
