Chase Axford turned to look at the door behind him one

last time, before he picked out his phone from his pocket.

The cold night breeze swept past his face with force, causing him to sneeze. He dialed his father's number immediately.

Chase tapped his right foot on the ground absentmindedly, until his father answered the call.

"Chase my boy!"

He sighed with relief when he heard his father's voice.

"How are you doing dad?"

"Nothing much, my boy. Just getting prepared for the big surgery." An easy laugh escaped his throat.

"The doctor says I'll be able to do it at midnight. I can't exactly say I'm looking forward...