The monitor was beeping. Loudly and endlessly. It was a sign that she was still here. She was still breathing the same air as him, she was still under the same sky he was and she was still fighting for her life as much as he was for hers.
The room was empty as everyone had gone out now. Including the doctors. They said it was up to God now. They all were liars. Big fat liars. How could they say that she didn't wish to wake up as this was the reason that she was responding to the treatment? Was he the same fool he was years ago that he would accept their lousy excuse for their failure?
No, he was a big man now. Could take care of himself and those he loved. And he definitely would take care of her.
So, he was sitting on the floor with his head on his knees and doing what he was supposed to. What he never did before meeting her.
He was...
Praying and praying.
