Day Eighty-Eight…
There were lots of things he wanted to tell Jane but he was running out of time. Nathan could feel the sudden pressure inside his chest. His heart began to tighten, squeezing it.
Nathan groaned when he felt the dull ache on his chest. He tried to endure it for a moment but failed. The pain was growing by the second.
Jane also noticed that Nathan's face turned pale and sweat covered his forehead. She immediately supported him, making him sit on the bed. Nathan's back rested on the wall as Jane and Ethan looked at him worriedly.
"Dad, what's happening?" Ethan's voice trembled in both fear and panic. 'Is my Dad dying? No! This can't be. Please, God, help us! Please save my father.' He could only pray in his mind, wishing for the miracle to happen.
'Please don't take my father away from us. Please God.'