"And we were successful in removing the blood clots," The doctor finished his sentence, and I could sense Caleb's hand relax and him breathe in relief, but I held his hand just as tight, standing just as stiffly.
The doctor said that the blood clots were successful removed, but nothing about how Dad was now. "So.. he's.. he's okay right?" I ask. My voice was very reluctant, almost as if I was even afraid to hope.
"As of now, he is doing alright. But we cannot comment on the stability. We would have to keep him under observation for about a week." The doctor added, and I finally took a deep breath in relief. I could feel the lump in my throat returning and the tears in my eyes, except his time, they were full of relief.
I pursed my lips to hold it in in front of the doctor. "Thank you,"
