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Meg
We turned on the lights and called the night nurse, but she didn’t seem to think the movement I saw was nearly as big of a deal as I did.
“There may be some reflex movement, Ms. Stark, but it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s waking up,” she reminded me in a bland tone, like the words were a tired line that she uttered a thousand times a day.
She did a perfunctory check of Harper’s vital signs, but refused to call the doctor.
I glared at the woman, willing her to say that these signs of movement were encouraging and that my little girl would wake up soon. When she didn’t, I felt like screaming. The only thing that kept me from it was the knowledge that it wouldn’t be good for Harper. The next time I was at home alone, I would let loose with a screaming and crying tirade that would
