Celena, full of excitement to see her mother, rushed into the bedroom only to find Rose still and unresponsive. Blake watched, his heart breaking, as confusion and then worry clouded his daughter's bright eyes.
"Mommy?" Celena whispered, her small hand reaching out to touch Rose's pale cheek. "Daddy, why won't she wake up?"
Blake knelt beside her, wrapping an arm around her tiny shoulders. "Remember what we talked about in the car, sweetheart? Mommy needs a lot of rest to get better. We have to be patient and take care of her until she wakes up."
Celena nodded, but the furrow in her brow spoke volumes about her struggle to understand.
Blake prepared her favorite meal and told her stories to cheer her up, all day.
At night, Blake drifted to sleep with so much exhaustion as it was difficult to get Celena to sleep.