Stroking her hand as he sat next to her, he tried hard to delve into her slumbering mind, wanting to see what it was that she was going through as she lay there unconscious.
Every single time his mind cleared itself, darkening to try and peak in, he would suddenly become shut out; as if something-a force of some kind was shoving him from the life of her mind; but why? Was it she that was responsible for him not being able to access her coma-like thoughts? Or was it just a void-was it that there was nothing to be seen? If that was the case, he could not help thinking of how torturous of a way that was to be in. Nevertheless, all of his thoughts were just that-thoughts and assumptions. He would never know for sure unless he could get into her mind and see what it was that was going
