A tiny bit of hope
Several months had passed, and Edward remained unconscious. He had been in a coma for over six months. Not a day passed by without his mother visiting him. Sherly also visited on weekends and whenever she was free from work. Rodney was not left out; he frequently visited every day after work, always reporting the day's events to his boss despite knowing that he couldn't hear him.
Rodney walked into the hospital room, the soft beep of the heart monitor the only sound breaking the sterile silence. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air, a constant reminder of the stark reality that had become all too familiar. He headed straight for Edward's bed, his footsteps echoing faintly against the linoleum floor. He sat down on the chair beside the bed, sighing heavily as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. The weight of the past months pressed heavily on his shoulders, and the once vibrant spark in his eyes had dimmed considerably.