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I wasn't prepared to see him lying in the hospital bed hooked up to an IV looking so pale and lying there in a hospital gown with wires going here and there, an awful bruise blooming along his temple. Silent tears stream down my face as I listen to Steve talk to the doctor.
"When should we expect him to wake up?"
"It's hard to say, but I expect he will wake soon. We are monitoring his intracranial pressure and pushing IV isotonics as a precaution to keep the pressure normal"
I lean forward taking his hand in mine. As I do he begins moving his head side to side and mumbling.
"Well there you go. He just needed to hear a special voice." I hear the doctor say. "Keep talking to him young lady.
I stand up beside the bed holding his hand and telling him it is time to wake
