As embarrassed as Emma felt about going into that room to check on him, she knew she had to see how he was doing. So when she was finally given the okay to see him she walked hesitantly to the doorway and peered inside sheepishly.
She hadn't visited hospitals much growing up so anytime she happened to be in one it felt very awkward. It didn't help that the man in the bed was supposed to be her father, but she felt absolutely no connection this face. She had grown accustomed to the other one; she still had no idea how that all worked. She even wondered from time to time if she could do that. Not that she had any strong desire to be able to.
She knocked a twice on the door before stepping inside and looking him over.