Eric tightened his grip on her hand, still staring at James with a blank expression.
James trembled as he accepted the document, signing his name on the risk disclosure form.
After all, given the circumstances, surgery was the best choice. If there were a way to cure him without it, the doctor wouldn't recommend it.
Eric ordered lunch. Ella was already exhausted, and if she didn't eat something, she'd likely suffer from low blood sugar.
And so began another agonizing wait.
When the emergency room doors finally opened, a nurse wheeled out Henry, still unconscious.
"Doctor, how is my son?" Ella asked anxiously.
"I'm sorry, we've done all we can… The cerebral hemorrhage has caused significant damage, and now he's in a vegetative state. If he doesn't wake up within three weeks… he might remain this way forever."
Ella felt a loud buzzing in her head.
