"Thank you, thank you..." The tension in Nana Monty's nerves eased, and she collapsed to the ground.
Jayden Maguire, who had just made a round trip from the gates of hell, returned to the ward, and his finger twitched slightly.
Nana Monty's joy was overwhelming, she kept calling to him, hoping his hand would move just a bit more, just once, to let her know he could indeed hear her speak.
But Jayden Maguire remained unresponsive, like a piece of wood.
"Maguire, Maguire... could you move your finger once more?"
Nana Monty painfully held his hand, crawling over him, listening to his heartbeat, reminding herself not to ask for too much, being alive is good enough, as long as he's alive.
With a pounding heart through the night, Nana Monty barely slept. She would open her eyes after a brief rest to check the heart monitor, feeling relieved only by watching the pulsing line.
