This morning I was ready with flowers in hand and a bag of ripe red apples. Ruben and I climbed the elevator and punched the number 6, where the VIP rooms were. Because of the VIP room, the visiting hours opened anytime. As the elevator doors opened, familiar faces appeared Hans, Andrew, Raymond, Steven, and finally Adam.
"Hi," said Adam to Ruben and me.
"Hi, what's up?" I asked directly.
"Ernest was conscious last night. Sally said it. I haven't met him myself. I just arrived," Adam said nervously.
"Then, let's go together," said Ruben.
We stepped in together.
Ernest was eating soup for breakfast. His condition still looked weak.
"Hey, how are you, Ernest?" asked Ruben.
"Bad. My left hand is numb. I can't feel my feet. Oh, crap! This situation is awful since I'm partiall
