GELLER'S POV
My head throbbed like it might explode as the ambulance sped away, carrying Dad to the hospital. Numbness seeped through me, and everything around me felt like a blur.
I barely registered with Dr. Sterling’s words when he said they needed to operate. My mind struggled to process the gravity of it all. Hours dragged by as Dad remained on the operating table. Each passing minute was pure torture, an unbearable wait that gnawed at my sanity.
"Then, suddenly, I felt the excruciating, undeniable pain of Dad’s connection to the pack being severed. They didn’t need to say a word; I already knew. He was gone."
What I felt was beyond pain, beyond sorrow. It was a void that consumed everything inside me. But my grief quickly turned to fury.
If he hadn’t been upset, Dad would still
