The machines beeped loudly as Rachael quickly took steps back from Foster, who was convulsing vigorously.
"It seems you're ready to die on your own, goodbye dear husband," Rachael mumbled, bending down to kiss his shaking body on the forehead as she grinned evilly.
Jake watched in horror, quickly stepping into the room, ambushing her.
"What have you done!" Jake demanded, trying to get a hold of his father.
"Dad, Dad you have to hold in there, the doctor's coming," Jake pleaded in frustration.
"Foster hunnie, you have to hold in there, don't leave me hunnie please," Rachael lamented sobbing loudly.
Soon the doctors came swarming in through the door.
"Nurse, get these two out of here, we need the room," the doctor barked as he tended to Foster.
Jake paced outside the ward in panic, waiting for good news to come from his father's doctor. He didn't know what to say to the woman who stood there pretending to be worried.