Carson looked at his watch and then leaned on the bed. “Ellie, it’s been four weeks, five days and two hours already, don’t you think it’s time you woke up?”
He watched her still lips, hoping they would move and a sound, any sound would come out and answer him.
Nothing.
She’d been in a coma for weeks and as hopeful as the doctors seemed, he wasn’t so sure she would wake up. “Third is out of the NICU,” he laughed. “Yes I nicknamed him Third I don’t like Junior. Anyway, he’s in the nursery. I asked Roger to take care of him. I figured that’s what you’d want. He says Third is ready to be discharged but Richard thinks it would be safer for him to stay here. He doesn’t think we are out of the woods just yet.”
He stared at her, waiting for an answer, but still nothing. He climbed on to her
