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~Lisa's POV
I gripped my father's hand tighter, feeling his fingers slacken in mine.
"Papa… please don't close your eyes. Please, not yet." My voice cracked, tears blurring my vision. "You promised me… You promised you wouldn't leave me."
"No, no, you can't say that like it's the end!" I cried out. "You'll be fine… We'll go to the river tomorrow like we planned, remember? You'll get better."
"Papa?" I shook him gently, panic flooding my chest. "Papa! Please, open your eyes!"
That's when the door opened and the doctor walked in, his white coat swaying as he hurried toward the bed. I almost jumped at him, grabbing his arm.
"Please! Please check him! I think he just fainted or… or something! He was just talking to me!"
The doctor pulled away gently, moving to my father's side. He pressed two fingers to his neck, then to his wrist. His face was calm, but there was this coldness in his eyes that told me something I didn't want to hear.
