If Scottie would be alive.

You fell into a coma and your sick mother did not accept it and your father constantly visits you. You feel how your father stroking your hand and cheeks and looking at you lovingly and waiting for you to wake up:

“Daddy is here, soon you will wake up and meet mommy“

Francis consoled you with a tired smile and waited for you to come out of your coma, he was tired of seeing your pale skin match the hospital blanket and duvet cover in shades of white.