The steady beeping of the monitors filled the quiet hospital room as the early morning sun filtered through the floor to ceiling window, casting a soft glow across the room. Outside, New York was slowly waking up to a crisp spring morning—trees lining the streets were budding with fresh green leaves, and the scent of blooming flowers carried on the gentle breeze. The city's energy was beginning to build as people strolled by in light coats, the promise of warmer days ahead filling the air. But inside the room, it felt like time stood still.
Alex lay motionless in the bed, as he had for weeks now. His face, peaceful but pale, showed no sign of waking up despite the slight changes in his brain waves after the new treatment had been administered. For days, the doctors had been hopeful, but still, there had been no movement, no hint of consciousness.
