I arrived at the hospital, not really caring if I was ditching my last class.
I asked to see Mark's father, and the desk lady nodded her head.
They took me through the hallways, and into a room where Mark's father laid restlessly.
His eyes were stone cold, much like his hands.
His grey hair plopped messily above his head.
Mark's mother crying.
Mark staring at nothing.
The lady left.
I moved foward.
"Mark?"
"Sean?"
