His body stayed the same as the last two days. His chest rise and then deflated back to its original starting position. I felt like it was the repeat of the same scene. I sat their patiently, praying his fingers would at least twitch or he gave off any type of sound. A yawn a cough would even satisfy me. I had the urge to shake his body and pull him back to life, but i have to wait for nature to give out its call.
I took his cold hand into mines, staying strong for him and for myself. I shook it and squeezed his hands for my own encouragement. Come on Adam i whispered hoarsely.
I sighed when I received nothing back from him. I closed my eyes flopping my head down, losing confident and hope.
I felt a small twitch to the hand I was holding. My head shot up as I stared at Adams eyes which were fluttering, fighting to open up. I leaned in closer come on Adam wake up I chanted in my head and once out loud.
Mariah he rasped.