Alone in the room with a sleeping Corrine, Fiona sat quietly, staring at her old friend. She had stayed with her all night, waiting for any sign she would wake.
Fiona pulled her chair closer to the bed and held Corrine’s hand.
“You’ve been napping an awfully long time, my dear,” Fiona smiled. “Your children are waiting for you.”
She swallowed, looking down as the hollow feeling inside of her grew heavier. Then, finally, she took a deep breath and put a smile on her face.
“Axel is still being treated, but he is so strong,” she whispered. “He will make it through. Of that, I have no doubt. But I know you won’t believe me unless you confirm that with your own eyes, so… wake up.”
Fiona looked at Corrine, then at the monitors. Hoping there would be anything to indicate that she could hear her. But there wasn’t.
Taking another deep breath through her nose, Fiona licked her lips and tried again.
