Maxine sat beside her father in the waiting room, trying to calm him down. "It'll be alright, dad," she said soothingly. "You'll be back on your feet in no time."

Moxxie gave a weak smile.

The two of them sat in silence for a while, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Suddenly, the door burst open and a group of doctors rushed in, pushing a gurney towards them. "We need to take him to surgery immediately," one of the doctors said.

Maxine's heart dropped. "Surgery?!" she gasped. "But what about the pain? Won't that make it worse?"

The doctor looked at her sympathetically. "We need to remove his appendix before it ruptures. Trust me, surgery is the only way to fix this."

Maxine nodded numbly. "Okay..." she whispered.

The doctors wheeled Moxxie away, and Maxine followed them to the operating room. She stayed there for hours, watching as the surgeons worked tirelessly to save her father's life.

Finally, the surgeon emerged, looking exhausted. "He's stable," he said wearily. "We were able to remove his appendix before it ruptured. He'll be fine."

Maxine let out a relieved sigh and hugged the doctor tightly. "Thank you so much," she whispered.

The doctor patted her on the back and smiled tiredly. "Don't mention it. That's what we're here for."

Maxine smiled back at him and walked out of the hospital, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. Her father would be okay. Everything was going to be okay.

The next day, Moxxie slowly woke up to find himself in a hospital bed. He looked around the room, only to notice Maxine asleep on a chair, her head resting on her arms. He smiled fondly at his daughter and carefully lifted his jacket from the side of the bed, wrapping it around her.

"Hey, kiddo," he whispered softly.

Maxine jolted awake, startled by the sudden movement. "Oh! Dad? Is that you?" she asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Moxxie chuckled and patted her head gently. "Yeah, it's me. How long have you been here?" he asked.

Maxine yawned and stretched her arms above her head. "About three hours, I think." she said. "I couldn't sleep without knowing you were okay."

Moxxie smiled and squeezed her hand. "I appreciate that, sweetheart." He paused for a moment before asking, "What happened yesterday? I remember waking up in pain and then everything goes blank."

Maxine sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Well, I found you lying on the floor with your knees drawn up to your chest. Your temperature was high, and you kept saying that your stomach hurt. I thought it might be appendicitis, so I called 911."

Moxxie blinked in surprise. "Appendicitis?!" he cried out in alarm.

Maxine nodded grimly. "Yep. Turns out you had an inflamed appendix, which needed to be removed. The surgery went well, though. You'll be fine in no time."

Moxxie gave a relieved sigh and patted her hand. "Thanks for taking care of me, Maxie. I owe you big time."

Maxine smiled and squeezed his hand. "Anything for you, dad."

Moxxie laughed and closed his eyes, falling back into a peaceful sleep. Maxine watched over him quietly, a small smile on her lips.

"You're welcome," she whispered softly.