Rosie Scott, dressed in a dark blue loungewear, got into the car heading to the hospital.
The night sky was full of stars, the streetlights cast a warm yellow glow, but appeared lonely and cold in the night. Charles Anderson placed his hands on his knees, his face was expressionless, but his eyes kept staring straight ahead at the road.
Rosie sat quietly beside him, guessing that this might be the way the usually calm Charles Anderson looked when he was flustered.
The girl's heart was anxious. The reason she came along was because of a careless remark she made earlier.
She was well aware of the suffocating feeling of losing a loved one, and she didn't want Ryan Anderson to die.
To this day, whenever she thinks of the night her mother passed away, she would lose sleep and burst into tears, emotionally collapsing.
Charles Anderson took a brown blanket and draped it over the girl's shoulders, "It's a bit chilly outside, wear a blanket."
