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It was hard to believe that all of that could be coming to an end so soon.
I took another deep breath and turned my attention back to the doctor.
“What can we do to prevent the risk of him having another heart attack?”
“To reduce the risk of having a heart attack, it is important to maintain a healthy diet, stay physically active, and manage his weight. If he smokes, he’ll have to quit. Also, he will have his blood pressure monitored regularly and take the necessary steps to keep it within a healthy range. There are a lot of steps to be taken, but I’ll explain them in detail to you later.”
“Is there still a chance of him having a heart attack even after taking all these measures?” I questioned.
The doctor hesitated before responding.
“There's always a chance, but it's a slim one. We'll do everything we can to keep him stable and comfortable.”
I nodded, trying to maintain a sense of composure.
It was going to be a difficult road ahead, but I knew that I had to stay strong for my father's sake.
While my relationship with my father was not as close as it had been when I was younger, he was still my father.
He had raised me on his own after my mother passed away when I was just a child.
He had always been there for me, supporting me through every challenge I faced.
Now it was my turn to be there for him.
Time was slipping through our fingers like sand in an hourglass, and I couldn't bear the thought of my father suffering in a cold, clinical environment.
The chaos had died, and it sounded like the shooting had ended.
Resolute in my determination to provide comfort for my father during his final days, I requested Dr. Evans.
"I would like my father to recover at home, where he can be surrounded by the comforting sights and sounds he knows so well," I said, my voice steady despite the complex emotions I was feeling.
Dr. Evans listened attentively, his expression compassionate and understanding.
After a moment of contemplation, he replied with a calm tone.
"Dante, we understand your desire for your father to be in a familiar environment. We will do everything we can to accommodate your wishes and ensure his comfort."
The weight on my shoulders lifted slightly with Dr. Evans' response.
I was grateful that my father could recover in a place where he felt safe and secure.
Just then, three of my men approached me with an update on the hospital's chaos.
“Boss, we don’t know who the attack was from because they were wearing masks, but I’m sure they were here because of us.” One said as the other continued.
“They are all gone, sir. They retreated once they heard the police sirens.”
I quickly put my hands up to stop them from saying any more and looked around.
The nurse that assisted my father was looking my way.
The last thing we need is people overhearing us and blaming this own situation on us.
“This is not the time or place. We will discuss this another time. Check on my stepmother and see if you can assist the hospital staff.”
They quickly left, and I scanned the room.
