Meanwhile, in the emergency room, soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room.
Sitting vigilantly beside the bed where Shawn lay unconscious and connected to monitors, was Kathleen whose eyes were filled with exhaustion.
She glanced at her wrist worriedly. "Why hasn't he woken up yet? I've never been wrong in my assessment."
Her eyes went back to the figure who lay still as if he had no intention of ever seeing her again and an inexplicable fear seized her.
Despite knowing that there was no need to be worried, she still couldn't explain the feeling that gnawed at her heart if anything should go wrong and Shawn failed to wake up.
"Shawn, please you have to wake up. The children are waiting to see you. I'm sure they will be missing you by now," she said.
The rhythmic beeping of the monitors punctuated the silence as she reached for Shawn's free hand, holding it tenderly.
