Sophia's POV
The hospital corridor smelled like antiseptic and hope.
I sat in the plastic chair outside Alfonso's room, watching David flip through pages of test results with barely contained excitement.
"The brain activity patterns are consistent across all three scans," David explained, pointing to a series of images. "See this area here? Two months ago, this was completely dark. Now we're seeing consistent responses to external stimuli."
I stared at the scans, my medical training allowing me to understand exactly what I was seeing. And what I was seeing was nothing short of miraculous.
Alfonso might actually wake up.
The thought hit me like a physical force, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Two years. Two years of watching my baby brother lie motionless in that bed, of talking to
