One week.
Berlin had been in a coma for one week. Seven days of watching her lie motionless in that hospital bed. Seven days of talking to her, reading to her, begging her to wake up. Seven days of dividing his time between his comatose wife and his premature daughter in the NICU.
Hope was doing better, getting stronger every day.
'I think she's much bigger than when I saw her this morning. '
His mind went back to the day when he first saw the baby after she was born. In the past seven days, he was able to understand why they told him that the baby would grow up very fast. It was fascinating to watch his daughter, whom he thought looked strange when he first saw her, continuously crying like her lungs were twice her size.
Her plump, pearly cheeks were cute. The more he looked at them, the more he felt ticklish somewhere inside. He wanted her to grow up fast so that he could also understand what she was trying to say.
