Dremon leans his forehead against the bed. It’s been the longest three weeks of his life. Arora has had so many operations that he has lost count, but as the bandages are removed, he can see her healing. She hasn’t moved, even though the ventilator has been removed. For a while there, they kept her in a medically induced coma until the swelling in her brain subsided, but it’s been two days, and she hasn’t woken up yet.
“You need to rest.” He heard the doctor’s now familiar voice and looked up.
“I don’t want to leave and take the chance that she might wake up. I don’t want her to think that she’s alone.” The doctor nods and makes notes on the chart.
“Her body needs to heal; it will take time.”
***
Arora has lost complete track of time, and sighs as she closes the book she’s been trying
