The sky darkened as the temperature continued to drop. The light inside the private ward illuminating every corner of the room. Two men stood in front of the bed. The young lady was still lying motionless on the bed.
"Talk to her more," A man's voice sounded in the stillness of the room. He glanced at the man beside him, "Be grateful that your wife doesn't fall into a deep coma. She would wake up soon. Don't be anxious."
There was nothing wrong with Shouko, yet, until now she hadn't shown any sign of regaining consciousness. It was like she fell into a neverending slumber.
Kyoya lowered his eyes, peering at his wife's pale face. A sense of helplessness surged from the beneath of his heart. He was at a loss on what to do. To him, it seemed like he was back to when she fell into a coma at the time she lost her memories.
