*Caterina*
My voice was the only sound in the room besides the humming and occasional beeping of machinery.
I was reading an article from one of Mom’s favorite magazines out loud. I wasn’t paying attention to what the article was about at all. I personally found it boring, but the doctors told me that talking to her could help. Apparently, it was good for coma patients.
Mom hadn’t woken up since she was shot. The doctor told me that even though she had lost a lot of blood, the wound to her abdomen was actually pretty minor. He said that at some point during the shootout, she’d hit her head. That was what had really hurt her.
Her brain function was normal, and he was confident that she would wake up. He just couldn’t say when.
It has been two months already. I was struggling not to lose hope.
