The Doctor let me take a sample of Dad's blood to run some tests at the clinic, to see if any pathogen or illness has affected the blood.

In the vast lands of the microscopic world, cells float with timeless movements. Over a lilliputian stage, the components of life perform their most exquisite placement yet. Red Blood cells drift like lotus flowers and platelets roam as lengths of vine caught in a river of equanimity. Although beautiful, there is an abundance of empty space, vacuum in which there should be a plentiful source of the components of blood cells. I squint my eye to get a clearer vision through the lens. I see what is expected, but so much less of it. Why? What series of injuries or events has caused such scarcity in his blood?

The questions create mental giants in my mind. Stomping at the landscape of my serenity, causing disruption. Hours pile, the clock of the day completes its full rotation more times than conceivable. The interns walk through day by day, they see me and I hear my fellow coworkers saying that I am "extremely busy". I ignore my surroundings and only sink myself deeper into this potential tragedy. With what light does this darkness dissipate? The mediums of time have been blurred through the research into this blood. It takes days upon days, I decide to leave my station and go visit my father in the hospital.

I see him, lifeless, on life support struggling to catch the air from the atmosphere. He is confined to solitude, I can sense that he is alone. 

"Dad lets go for a trip!"