David’s P.O.V.
It had been three days since they brought her to the hospital. She was still critical and haven’t had opened her eyes once. The doctor said that she was healing at a slow rate but making progress that was the only thing that was keeping my hope high that my daughter would open her eyes soon and would look at me with all her love that she was used to looking at me in the past. I cried for her whenever I stayed alone here in the waiting room out of her room.
The normal beep of her heart monitor gave me hope every time when I saw it at that machine. She was so pale and lifeless when I last saw her two days ago when the doctor felt that she was going to open her eyes but that was a false alarm. Jenny, James, Noah and Natalie were taking good care of me
