Cayne sat on the chair beside Jilly’s bed. She was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed and machines attached to her body. It had been a year and a half, their baby would be ten months old now.
“When will you wake up, Jilly?” Cayne held her hand as he asked her, begging her to wake up every other day. Her doctor said that her brain cells started to function slowly and it did make a change in her. The doctor said it was because of the people around her who always accompanied her and never gave up on her through this condition.
“Didn’t you say you want to see me soon? I’m still waiting for that day to come. You’ve sacrificed so much, I can’t lose you now. You will need to see our baby no matter what, Jilly.” Cayne kept on talking to her and it was a way to communicate with her.
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