Rowan POV
God, it was so depressing walking down these hallways, seeing sick and pale patients everywhere, some of them coughing and spluttering, others hooked up to IVs. My feet were almost storming down the corridor, my mind fixated on getting to my father's room as quickly as possible.
My father is napping when I arrive and I sit quietly, in the corner of the room, in the uncomfortable armchair provided, absently flicking through my phone. I don't wish to disturb my father, who needs all the sleep he can get. He looks quite haggard from what I can see and his face is pale. He's just undergone yet another round of chemotherapy so I know he can't quite be feeling that well. I don't blame him for being asleep.
A nurse tiptoes in and checks his vitals without waking him, giving me a sedu
