Roman watched his body lay motionless in the hospital bed, his body weak and bruised from the accident. The beeping of the machines and the soft hum of the ventilator were the only sounds that broke the silence of the room.
His mother, Maria, sat beside him, her eyes fixed on his pale face. She held his hand in hers, her fingers intertwined with his. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at her son, her heart heavy with worry and grief.
"Roman, my baby, please wake up," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't bear the thought of you lying here like this forever. You're so young, so full of life. You have so much to live for."
Maria's words were laced with desperation, and her body shook with sobs. She leaned forward, her forehead touching Roman's hand. "Please, God, don't take him from me. I'll do anything, just please let him wake up."
As she prayed, Maria's emotions overwhelmed her. She couldn't bear the thought of her son being trapped in a coma, unable to wake up or respond. The thought of losing him was too much to bear.
Suddenly, Maria's body convulsed with a loud sob. She pushed her chair back and stood up, her eyes fixed on Roman's face.
Maria turned and stumbled out of the hospital room, leaving Roman alone in the silence. She walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She didn't know where she was going; she just knew she needed to get out of that room.
As she walked, Maria's tears flowed freely, streaming down her face and soaking her clothes. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was drowning in her grief. She couldn't imagine a life without Roman by her side.
Maria finally reached the hospital entrance and pushed through the doors, stepping out into the cool air. She took a deep breath, feeling the chill of the air fill her lungs. But even the fresh air couldn't calm her racing heart or dry her tears.
She walked to a nearby bench and sat down, her body shaking with sobs. Maria buried her face in her hands and let out a loud wail, the sound echoing through the hospital parking lot. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality, like she was falling apart.
As she sat there, Maria felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a gentle touch, but it startled her. She looked up to see a kind-faced doctor or nurse she didn't know standing beside her, concern etched on her face.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" the lady asked softly. "Do you need some water or a blanket?"
Maria shook her head, still crying. "I just...I just want my son to wake up," she sobbed. "I want him to be okay."
The lady nodded sympathetically. "I know, ma'am. We're doing everything we can to help him. You just have to hold on to hope."
Maria nodded, taking a deep breath. She knew the doctor was right. She had to hold on to hope, no matter how small it seemed. She wiped her tears and stood up, her eyes fixed on the hospital entrance.
"I need to go back to him," Maria said, her voice firm. "I need to be with my son."
The doctor or nurse nodded. "I'll walk with you, ma'am. Let's get you back to his room."
As they walked back into the hospital, Maria felt a sense of determination. She would sit by Roman's bedside, holding his hand and talking to him, willing him to wake up. She would be strong for her son, no matter what.
Eve walked out of her office, a spring in her step as she thought about Isabella moving in with her. She was excited to have her friend living with her and couldn't wait to start this new chapter in their lives. As she walked to the HR department to request a half-day leave to help Isabella move in, she felt a sense of joy and anticipation.
As she turned a corner, Eve noticed a woman sitting on a bench, crying uncontrollably. She looked distraught, and Eve's compassionate side kicked in. She walked over to the woman and gently sat down beside her.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to talk about what's going on?" Eve asked softly, trying to offer some comfort.
The woman looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I...I just can't bear the thought of my son being in a coma. It's just so hard," she sobbed.
Eve's heart went out to the woman. She reached out and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry. That must be incredibly tough for you. Would you like me to walk with you back to your son's ward? Sometimes having someone to lean on can make a big difference."
The woman nodded, and Eve helped her up from the bench.She didn't know the details of the woman's situation, but she knew that sometimes all someone needed was someone to listen.
Eve smiled warmly. "You're welcome. If you need anything or just need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out."
With that, Eve bid the woman farewell and continued on her way to the HR department. She requested her half-day leave and headed back to her office, feeling a sense of satisfaction from having helped someone in need.