The next morning, Ella went to check on her dad. After his treatment the previous evening, he had been even more worn out than the previous times. The sight of him so weak had frightened her, and she had barely been able to sleep without wondering how he was doing.
When she entered his room that morning, she found him sitting upright in bed, eating his breakfast with the help of his caretaker. "Hi, Dad. Good morning," she greeted.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Eric smiled at her. "How are you doing?"
"I should be asking you that." Ella walked closer. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"I feel better, especially now that I'm seeing you." Eric replied. His smile widened slightly.
The caretaker smiled before beginning to clear the breakfast tray. "I'll excuse you both." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
"You do look better," Ella said with a smile as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Dr. Jones said he'll be here this morning to check on you."
