Just as Amelia was standing at the door, hesitant to enter, Mason Hawkins suddenly pulled the door open from inside, his face filled with annoyance. "If you two are here, why don't you come in? Why are you lurking outside?"
Amelia was slightly taken aback, then looked over Mason's shoulders into the room and saw that indeed her father had opened his eyes.
She hurried over in leaps and bounds, tears streaming down her face. She fell to her knees by the bedside, sobbing, "Dad... Dad, you've finally woken up..."
But her calling elicited no response.
Albert Foster had just woken up and was very weak. Additionally, he had been in a coma for several years. Although his hearing was somewhat normal, his speech was affected. He moved his lips several times, but couldn't whisper a word.
Finally, he struggled to lift his right hand, but before he could touch her cheek, his wrist drooped and he lost consciousness once more.
Amelia was immediately alarmed. "Dad... Dad..."
