Matthew's POV
"Are you two planning my funeral?" hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. However, amidst it all, hope prevails and brings solace to the situation.
With a sense of urgency, Lizzy and I rushed to our father's side as he struggled to remove his oxygen mask. "The funeral will have to wait for another time," he quipped, attempting to lighten the mood.
We were both taken aback, speechless. It was a surreal moment - our father was awake! He had come out of his coma, providing us with an immense sense of relief. "Please don't joke about it, Dad. You're not going anywhere for a long time," I murmured, grasping his hand tightly.
"You gave us a fright dad, I'm glad to have you back," Lizzy sobs hugging him.
"Me too, princess," Dad whispered with a soft cough.
