"Good morning," I muttered out gently as I stared at her sweetly.
My voice was slow, it felt like I didn't want to say this thing at all, but then, greetings at times can break a wall of ice.
"My night was restless, I kept up flinging from one corner to the other thinking of something I do not know about," I blurted out.
Even as I said these things, I knew I was just lying to myself, there is more to this than what I am thinking about but then, that is it, and there is practically nothing I can do about it. Heaving a gentle sigh, I watched how the nurse approached him, and looked keenly at what she was going to do, more like I was on alert, quote noticing everything that is going on.
"Why hasn't he woken up?" I asked in a thin, yet reserved voice
