My favorite story

扩写：I woke up in the middle of the night feeling really sick. My head hurt intensely, and I couldn't stop shaking. Drenched in sweat, I stumbled through the dark hallway to find my dad. When he saw me, his face creased with concern. He led me back to bed and called the doctor.

The doctor arrived, took my temperature, and said I had a fever. As he left, a deep sense of dread washed over me. I felt really scared, thinking I might die. My dad stayed by my side, reading a book to distract me, but I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept drifting back to my fear of dying.

Even after my fever started to go down, the fear didn't leave. I stayed in bed, feeling scared and alone despite my dad's presence. I asked him if I was going to die soon, and he tried to reassure me, telling me I would be fine. His words couldn't penetrate the fog of fear enveloping me.

Even when the fever went away, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The fear of dying had taken root deep inside me. I just wanted to feel better and forget about being sick. My dad continued to stay by my side, offering comfort and support. Slowly, I began to feel more at ease, but the fear lingered, a reminder of how fragile life could be.