The hours rolled by, and the 12th sneaked up on them, both father and son.

Richard Axford was dressed in a bright sky-blue hospital dress with the words "Axford Medical" printed in dark blue upper case letters on the stomach region.

Chase Axford stood beside him. His hands in his pocket —now that his right hand had almost healed— as he watched the bright blue sky from his father's window.

"So, if I do not make it today, I'll be dying the same day as the love of my life."

Chase's ears jerked up. He turned sharply in his father's direction and frowned at him.

"What's that supposed to mean,...