ASHER
I still can't believe I made it out alive, with my entire family by my side no less. In hindsight, I think the thought of my family not being there when I awoke from surgery because I obviously didn't tell them about my condition to avoid being pitied or perceived as weak, scared me more than the tumor growing in my brain.
It felt wholesome to open my eyes and find the entire Rollins clan in my room, all brimming with love and care for me. It's been a while since I have been on the receiving end of such love, especially from my father. I searched for him first obviously. I expected his face to be smeared with equal parts shock and frustration given that we have a major company event coming up in three days which I might not be strong enough for.
It sucks. If I didn't feel so woozy, I'd gladly drag myself out of bed to do what I can to ensure the program is a huge success. Why did death come knocking too soon? Why couldn't it just wait a bit longer?