a small cupcake on the table without dropping it. It was her son’s favorite flavor, chocolate. She raised her hand to cover a portion of the cupcake, looked around making sure that no one was nearby, and pulled a lighter out of her pajamas. She slowly lit up the lighter, brought it closer to the cupcake, and lit a single candle in the middle of the cupcake. She leaned close to her son’s ear and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Son.” Stacy grabbed her son’s hand and raised it closer to her chest, finding an empty space for her to sit next to him. She held his hand and leaned forward planting a kiss on his forehead. At least her boy was still alive.
"Mrs.Blackburn?” a man’s voice asked as he entered the room. He was a tall, white gentlemen with black and gray hair; he looked at her through a pair of thick glasses. Stacy turned her attention to the man, but before he could say a word, a nurse approached both of them.
"Excuse me," she said, referring to Mrs. Blackburn, and discreetly whispered some words to the doctor.
"What is it?" Mrs. Blackburn asked. He didn’t say a word; he simply approached her and put his hand on her shoulder.
Stacy remained seated and held her son’s hand. She knew there was no point to keep asking the same questions over and over. Her son’s condition had not improved in two months, no matter how much the doctor’s would tell her. Deep inside she knew that her son would not get better. She tried to pretend that everything would be fine, that her son would recover and wake up from his comma, but all she had was hope.
She could not stand seeing her son buried in IV’s, monitors, and oxygen hoses. Stacy’s heart broke a little every time she visited him. She still remembered the morning when she went to wake him up so he would not be late for school, but he never woke up. The night prior, before he went to sleep, he had told her how he was not feeling good; he thought he might be getting sick. She didn’t pay too much attention since this wasn’t the first time he’d feigned an illness to get out of school. And he was due to have an exam the next morning. Everything seemed normal to her, nothing out of the ordinary, but all that changed the next day when she tried to wake him and he didn't respond.
She tried everything to no avail and then she called 911. The paramedics arrived at her home and reached her son’s room. They strapped him to the stretcher and put him into the ambulance. Stacy was so worried, that she forgot to leave a note for her husband. It was Friday morning and she knew her husband was in the middle of lake fishing. He had decided to take Friday off and go fishing with some friends. His cell phone normally didn’t get any signal in the middle of the lake, so he would leave the phone either in the car or at the cabin. She still called him and left a message on his voice-mail. She jumped inside the ambulance and spent all night at the hospital.
Stacy’s husband didn’t show up to the hospital until the next day. He tried to apologized to Stacy about his delay, but there was nothing he could have done. After he finished fishing late Friday night, Stacy’s husband and his friends headed down to the cabin and spent all night drinking. He completely forgot to check his cell phone. If he would have arrived a few hours earlier, he would have had an ear full from Stacy. But she was not angry anymore. Stacy knew she needed to focus her attention on her son. All she could do was hold his hand in hopes that sooner or later he would wake up. Feeling a pressure on her right shoulder, she snapped out of her daydreaming. She looked up and saw the doctor next to her, looking over her son.
"We will figure it out Mrs. Blackburn, he will wake up," the doctor said.
“I’ve been waiting for him to wake up, or for you guys to figure out what is wrong with him, for about two months now. The world is going to shit out there, and I have to deal
"Mrs.Blackburn?” a man’s voice asked as he entered the room. He was a tall, white gentlemen with black and gray hair; he looked at her through a pair of thick glasses. Stacy turned her attention to the man, but before he could say a word, a nurse approached both of them.
"Excuse me," she said, referring to Mrs. Blackburn, and discreetly whispered some words to the doctor.
"What is it?" Mrs. Blackburn asked. He didn’t say a word; he simply approached her and put his hand on her shoulder.
Stacy remained seated and held her son’s hand. She knew there was no point to keep asking the same questions over and over. Her son’s condition had not improved in two months, no matter how much the doctor’s would tell her. Deep inside she knew that her son would not get better. She tried to pretend that everything would be fine, that her son would recover and wake up from his comma, but all she had was hope.
She could not stand seeing her son buried in IV’s, monitors, and oxygen hoses. Stacy’s heart broke a little every time she visited him. She still remembered the morning when she went to wake him up so he would not be late for school, but he never woke up. The night prior, before he went to sleep, he had told her how he was not feeling good; he thought he might be getting sick. She didn’t pay too much attention since this wasn’t the first time he’d feigned an illness to get out of school. And he was due to have an exam the next morning. Everything seemed normal to her, nothing out of the ordinary, but all that changed the next day when she tried to wake him and he didn't respond.
She tried everything to no avail and then she called 911. The paramedics arrived at her home and reached her son’s room. They strapped him to the stretcher and put him into the ambulance. Stacy was so worried, that she forgot to leave a note for her husband. It was Friday morning and she knew her husband was in the middle of lake fishing. He had decided to take Friday off and go fishing with some friends. His cell phone normally didn’t get any signal in the middle of the lake, so he would leave the phone either in the car or at the cabin. She still called him and left a message on his voice-mail. She jumped inside the ambulance and spent all night at the hospital.
Stacy’s husband didn’t show up to the hospital until the next day. He tried to apologized to Stacy about his delay, but there was nothing he could have done. After he finished fishing late Friday night, Stacy’s husband and his friends headed down to the cabin and spent all night drinking. He completely forgot to check his cell phone. If he would have arrived a few hours earlier, he would have had an ear full from Stacy. But she was not angry anymore. Stacy knew she needed to focus her attention on her son. All she could do was hold his hand in hopes that sooner or later he would wake up. Feeling a pressure on her right shoulder, she snapped out of her daydreaming. She looked up and saw the doctor next to her, looking over her son.
"We will figure it out Mrs. Blackburn, he will wake up," the doctor said.
“I’ve been waiting for him to wake up, or for you guys to figure out what is wrong with him, for about two months now. The world is going to shit out there, and I have to deal
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