I pretty much scared the nurse at the counter with my horrific glare. Poor thing. She got me in a bad mood.

“Hello,” I said, significantly turning the glare to ‘off’. “I’m Aidan O’Callahan, and my father – Richard O’Callahan – is staying at this hospital – he was admitted yesterday.”

The nurse blinked at me, and then seemed to register what I was saying. “O-oh, right…um…let’s see what we have here.”

She typed at a computer that might as well have come from the Stone Age – its speed was according to its age.

“Y-yes, Ms. O’Callahan, he’s in room five – oh – four.”

I nodded in acknowledgment, and then stalked off, leaving behind a very frazzled nurse.

After much searching and staring at a very faded hospital map, I found papa’s room and entered.

The sight was anything but welcoming.

“Papa,” I said softly, closing the door behind me. “I’m here.”

“Aidan! I knew you’d come; you’re like your mother, a true spitfire.”

I smiled, and sat down by papa’s bed, tears springing into my eyes.