With her bloodshot eyes, Catherine remained on her knees. Yet she was no longer crying. Not anymore.
Alexander stood beside her, one hand resting gently on her shoulder, making sure she was still holding on, still coping somehow.
"We're wrapping this up. The patient is not responding," one of the doctors said.
Catherine slowly rose to her feet.
She was no longer trembling.
Her eyes were focused.
Crying had not helped. Raising her voice had not helped. Pleading had not worked. Maximilian's mother and sister had tried speaking to him. Even his dog's frantic barking had done nothing.
None of it had worked.
"Can you check once more if the headphones are working?" she asked.
