friend”s father was_500字

Friend ”s father was dying, a friend called me from abroad, let me help him.　I know what he meant, even with the fastest speed, he can only come back in four hours, and his father, has been impossible to survive four hours.　Rushed to the hospital, to see the friend”s father, covered in wires and tubes, are rapid breathing. Bed, surrounded full of grief for their loved ones .　Friend”s father was the rampage, eyes closed, hands grasping at random.　I vaguely heard him shouting the names of friends.　

　　Everybody look at me, eyes full of helpless look.　I walked over and gently grabbed his hand and I said, I, I”m back. Friend”s father immediately quiet down, facial expressions have become serene.　Children but only after a while, he again became manic, he let go of my hand, and grasping at random.　I know, I can not fool him. No one better than he knows his son.　So I told him that his son is still abroad, but four hours later, they can definitely come back.　My friend”s father said, I promise.　

　　I saw his eyes frightened relatives.　But the friend”s father was once again quiet, and then his head, to crooked in one direction, and raised his hand eagerly.　I noticed that the direction of the wall, hang　My friend”s father said it is one ten. Five ten, your son will come.　

　　Friend”s father put down his hand, I saw him sigh of relief, though his eyes were closed, but I can almost feel his eyes looking forward.　

　　Every ten minutes, I would grab his hand and told him tell me the time.　Every four hours, ten minutes to be neatly divided, and sometimes I feel he is about to leave, but he always was one of the ten-minute recall.