The days before the trial few by quite fast, I would try and spend as much time as I could at the hospital as I went through the case files. Holding Blossom’s hand, sometimes reading to her hoping that it would help her get better, that maybe today would be the day that she finally got out of the coma.
“I brought you some coffee.” Aster said as she walked in.
“Thank you.” I said gratefully as I took the cup from her, “what has the doctor said about her condition?” I asked.
“They haven’t said much, there is nothing they can medically do. My baby is the one who has to fight to get better.” Aster said as she gently brushed Blossom’s hair to the side. “I know I have never told you this but thank you for being her for my daughter despite everything you have to deal with.”
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