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Sara was weeping and didn’t hear me enter the hospital room. When I softly touched her shoulder to announce my presence, she jerked up and screamed. She turned around, saw it was me, lunged for me and cried in my arms. Heaving deep, painful sobs. Holding her, I glanced at Cole thinking something had happened. He looked the same: peacefully sleeping with a respirator down his throat.
A short time later Sara pulled away and wiped her tears with her sleeve. “I’m so sorry, Grant. Watching Cole like that, day in and day out, a million things go through my mind. I want to scream, ‘Wake up!’ He may never wake up, and if he does, will he be the Cole I know, the Stanford graduate, or some lesser being locked inside that physical shell.”
“Anything new on Cole?” I narrowed my eyebrows, wonderin
