Karina:

**Three days** 

That’s how long Michael had been unconscious. Three long, unbearable days of waiting, watching, and hoping. 

I sat beside his bed, my fingers curled tightly around his hand as if my touch alone could bring him back to me. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors filled the silent hospital room; each sound was both a comfort and a torment. He was alive, yes, but he hadn’t woken up. And that terrified me more than anything. 

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