Finn
“She’ll wake up when she’s ready,” Grace said. She came by twice a day to visit with Vivian and me.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The steady sound of monitors filled the silence. Dr. Saroya hooked Vivian up to the machines after a day of her remaining unconscious. She insisted Vivian still displayed plenty of brain activity and responded to external stimuli.
“It’s been a week.”
Grace chuckled and adjusted the top she put on Vivian. She claimed it was for dignity, rather than to leave her naked in my bed until she woke up.
“You’re the one that always complains about her stubbornness. I’m sure she’s just waiting until she’s ready,” my sister insisted.
“Right…” I crossed my arms, leaned back in my chair, and propped my legs on the bed, crossing my ankles.
Grace sneered. She pushed my le
