I am Not a Poor Daddy

"Can you please clarify? A cyst? I'm confused," Sebastian muttered, his eyes fixed on the tiny screen of his phone. His heart raced with concern as he read the urgent emergency message. Despite the suddenness of the news, he dashed out of his house and headed straight for the car, knowing deep down that his wife's wellbeing was at stake. As he spoke into the hospital's operator line, his voice strained with anxiety, "This is an unexpected complication... They're asking me to rush to the hospital and sign a surgery consent form immediately. Please, hurry."