After drinking more than half the glass of water, I finally ask about him. "How is Vega?"
The nurse smiles reassuringly. "Mr. Vastano is almost done with his final check. You may go visit him soon if you like."
"Okay," I reply, relief washing over me.
When the nurse leaves, I reach over to the wall charger and pick up my phone. I check the battery level immediately. It has only charged to 15%, but I can't wait any longer. I turn the phone on and stare at the blank screen, impatiently waiting for it to load. I need to call my father and reassure him that I am alive.
Minutes later, I hang up the call. My father's voice still echoes in my mind—frantic, worried, and demanding endless details. The old man was worried, and he kept asking if she was really okay.
