When we got to the hospital, an assistant explained to us that Dad was being evaluated by the cardiology team. The heart rate had been dangerously fast and irregular, but paramedics had been able to stabilize it sufficiently for transportation. Further investigations were underway, and doctors would decide whether treatment was needed to control heart rate and continuous monitoring.
The mother collapsed on a chair in the waiting room. For a few minutes he cried in silence, with his face hidden in the palms of his hands. I sat next to her and held her hand. Anything that was going on between my parents, I couldn’t forget that it had just been on the brink of losing her husband.
After almost an hour, my mother got up to look for coffee. He told me that he needed to go to the toilet and that he was coming back immediately. I watched her disappear around the corner, then I pulled the envelope out of the hoodie.
