The hospital room, once filled with the soft hum of machines and the quiet shuffle of nurses, suddenly felt electrified with something else—something sacred. Mr. Kane, who had been in a coma for months, laid motionless on the bed as he always had. But then, something shifted. The fingers of his right hand twitched, the steady rhythm of his breathing hitched for a moment, and his eyelids fluttered open slowly, as if waking from a centuries-long slumber.
Melissa’s mother, seated beside the bed and softly talking to Anaa over the phone, froze mid-sentence. Her eyes widened, and the words on her lips vanished into thin air as she turned to her husband.
“Dear God…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “This—this is not a dream, is it? Is this real?” She blinked rapidly, leaning closer, her hea
