Richard

We finally got to the hospital and thankfully, her mum was looking good even though she looked paler than before___it was still good, considering the fact that she was meant to look worse at this stage. 

"You didn't have to come," her mum said in a weak tone, smiling weakly at Caroline and she smiled back, holding her hands. 

"We wanted to," Caroline replied, smiling and I squeezed her shoulders gently. Her mum looked up at me and I gave a soft smile and a nod. 

"How have you been, dad?" She turned and faced her dad and he nodded. He looked weak too and exhausted but he was trying really hard to not show that. 

"I feel really good!" he answered with a fragile smile. 

"You don't look so good," 

"I'm fine, Carol."

"How is Alex?" her mum asked and she turned to face her with a smile. 

"She's very well now and I have gotten a nanny who's taking care of him," 

"Is she so good? Is she doing a great job?"