51 Hospital visit

The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Abby paced back and forth in the dimly lit waiting room. Her heart raced like a marathon runner, each beat echoing in her ears as she tried to quell the rising tide of nerves threatening to overwhelm her. Remo stood by her side, a pillar of strength in the storm of emotions raging within her. The moment they had woken up today, she had asked him to take her to see her father. Now that she was here she was a nervous wreck.

Abby's hands trembled as she wrung them together, her mind awash with a thousand worries and regrets. She hadn't seen her father in a month, a month filled with longing and sorrow, a month stolen by her uncle's ironclad grip. But now, as she stood on the precipice of facing him again, her resolve faltered, her courage waning in the face of uncertainty.

Remo's steady gaze held her, his presence a balm to her frayed nerves. His voice, soft yet firm, cut through the chaos swirling in her mind.