Ryan's Point of View
The air in my lungs was thinning, the heavy scent of antiseptic, the beeping machine beside her, the nurses whispers as they crossed the door.
"Mr Walter, we need to discuss this with you." The doctor said standing stiff looking at Isabella in a low brow his mask was still on but his face, his eyes and everything wasn't at ease.
"Is she still alive? Will she make it?" I held his hands with furrowed eyebrows.
"We need to speak with Mr. Walters." My chest tightened, I didn't want to let my emotions take over me.
"Okay…"
I closed the door, immediately my father left, I sat beside her looking at her.
Why can't the useless father of a premature child come and stay by the side of the woman he got pregnant?
I was drowning in my own anger, if not for my father's threat I wouldn't be here, who the hell threatens their children like that?