I was standing at the end of the hallway with my phone in hand, dialling my father's phone. I threw a glance at the closed door where Merrylia was being tended to as I waited for the call to be answered.
The doctor who arrived was a man on his late fifties with a hard expression on his face. Mr. Arden seemed to know his way around the house as I saw him head straight to Merrylia's room without assistance.
The phone rang many times before my father answered and greeted me with a worried voice.
"Where are you? It's already 9:00 pm young man. Just because you're a male doesn't mean that I would let you wander around at this late hour! Tell me where you are. I'm going to pick you up-"
"I'm at my boss's house, Dad. Calm down. She collapsed this afternoon and I had to take care of her."
The other line went silent and all I could hear was my father's deep breaths.
"Are you coming home tonight?" He said, this time in a much calmer tone.