#Chapter126
Days, weeks and months passed by quiety and without a trace. I worked hard and trained even harder during the day, and held Sophie's hand during the night.
I didn't want to admit it, but my hope of her waking up seemed more and more slim with each passing day. The only question which stayed was how will she give birth if she doesn't wake up?
A week before her birthday I had a gynecologist check the baby; it was the first time I had seen it through scan. I didn't see much, it was like a small ball in her belly, but what mattered most was that it was okay; there were no traces of any sickness.
It was what had worried me the most- what if the baby had any concequences from the hit? Then it would be just another thing I caused and I do not know if I would survive the guilt.
Today is a pretty tough day; it's Sophie's eighteenth birthday.
