Enrique had no idea that he could feel this amount of panic about losing the person whom he thought he hated the most in his life. Well, one of those people. But as he shuffled outside the intensive care unit, his heart thudding furiously in his chest, he realized he might have been utterly wrong. Because no matter how his father was, he still wanted him to be okay. He wanted nothing more than for him to get through this. He has to. There was a lot unsaid between them. He cannot just go like that without giving him the answers he needed.
"How is he?" Enrique demanded after waiting for an eternity as the doctor finally came out. He looked grim as he appraised him.
"We tried our best, Mr. Ortega," he mumbled. "And still are. But some things are out of our control too. It's a little too l
