Jesse is not in bed when I wake up. He ended up spending the night in my hotel room and I'm very much exhausted right now. His pillow is still warm and I guess he is around.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I realize that it's a few minutes to eight. I have a missed call from Shane and I make a mental note to call him back later.
I place a call to the hospital and the doctor tells me the same old line; my Mom is still in a coma. I should be used to this by now but somehow, disappointment razes through me.
As I stand under the cascading warm water in the bathroom, I wonder how she will react when she eventually gets better. I have done a lot of research and found out that most coma patients suffer temporary memory loss after waking up. I hope my Mom doesn't forget me. She can't
