For a long while, Sheara sat next to the bed, her fingers running patterns through the man on its, hair. Try as she might, she could repress the tears that coursed down her cheeks as she studied him. Getting up slowly, she walked over to the dresser where she pulled out a comb. Sitting down next to his head once more, she slowly and softly ran it through his hair the same way she used to do it for her children whenever they were sick or needed her, while humming softly all the while.
So lost in thought was she that she didn’t even notice when his eyes opened, only becoming aware of his return to consciousness when his hand softly wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand to a stop. Blinking rapidly, she tried to order her thought and return back to the present when her yes met his.
“She
