"I'm not too picky. I'm just thankful to have whatever's made," she said gratefully as she finished off her muffin before drinking some more coffee.

Once she finished her coffee, Laurel put on her shoes as well and waited for Luca to be ready before they left.

Laurel knew she shouldn't be surprised, but she still was whenever she saw the Ferrari. Regardless, she got into the passenger seat.

Laurel had been nervous they wouldn't be let in, but thanks to Luca they were. She guided them to her father's room and stepped inside, hesitating slightly when she saw him laying there. In truth, he looked terrible. The nurses had informed them that his condition hadn't improved, but it still hurt to see him like that.

Laurel went to his bedside, taking her father's hand and running her free hand over his salt and pepper hair. His fingers twitched, but that was about it. "Hey dad.. Everything's gonna be alright. I know you probably can't hear me, but it's all okay. Luca's here with me.. the one I told you about.." she murmured, her words extremely soft. She shuddered a little, a hand covering her mouth as she felt tears rising again.