Rowan POV
I strode through the hallways, ignoring the curious looks I got from the doctors and nurses, heading straight towards the hospital room that I knew so well, my father sitting up in his bed and looking quite jovial and cheerful as he read a book that he held in his hands. I did however, take note of the fact that he was still clad in his pajamas, as though he hadn't had the strength or the motivation to change, and that his hair was quite disheveled as well. My chest tightened.
"Rowan" he exclaimed in delight, hugging me tight as I bent over the bed "I wasn't quite expecting you today. I thought you said you would visit on Saturday" he murmured, looking confused "It's not Saturday yet, is it?" He peers out the window, as though that will give him the answer and I smile to mysel
