...Kati POV...
It has now been a couple of months. In fact, it is three months, three is, and has been the number I hate the most. First, there were three months to live, then three months to heal; at some stage, we were three months apart, now it's three months, and Sebastian is not awake.
I have started caring less, not for Sebastian but for myself. As every day passes, I hate myself more and more; why did I did distract him, why did I take his eyes off the road, why did I involve him with my cancer, why did I involve him with any of my other illnesses. He was always there, no matter how small or how bad. He got me the one miracle after the other at what cost, I don't know.
Dr. Wilson said I must meet him today to talk about Sebastian's progress; there might just be some hope for this dire situation; maybe this time, I am the one that found a miracle.
Mom can't come; her health has not been the same since Sebastian's accident.
