Chapter 13
As they were waiting quietly, Dr. Edwards came in and sat at his desk. He took a moment to review his notes. “We still haven’t been able to do an assessment of Martin to learn the degree of damage the stroke may have caused. There was a brief spell, two days ago. He had a visitor who felt him squeeze her hand and he turned his head towards her.” He glanced up as Mrs. Provost inhaled sharply.
“That brief moment of responsiveness passed. We haven’t seen any indication since that there was a substantial improvement. It isn’t uncommon for persons in a comatose state to open the eyes, or move slightly, but that isn’t an indication of improvement. I don’t want to give you any false impressions here, just the facts.”