“Mark,” the nurse said jostling his arm. “Mark, wake up,” she said again. He finally came to, gasping for air, looking around the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He looked up at her, then looked at the bed. Nicole was still lying there. His head dropped in disappointment.
“What time is it?” he mumbled in a daze.
“It’s a quarter till three,” she said.
“What’s wrong? Why did you wake me up?” he asked.
“I thought you’d want to know that she’s been moving a little.”
“Moving? What do you mean?”
“Nothing major, just slight movements with her arms and legs. Almost as if she’s restless,” the nurse clarified.
“Wow, that’s great!” he said.
“I thought maybe you could talk to her. See if we get any kind of response,” she said.
“Okay, of course.”
Mark stood up and walked over
