Shay's Point of View
2 weeks later.
I'm sitting next to my father's bed. Lost in my thoughts.
He stil hasn't woken up. The doctor said that he isn't getting worse, but he's also not getting better at this point. I keep coping he'll wake up soon otherwise we might lose my mother.
She isn't taking it well and has closed herself off from us. She's lost a lot of weight already and she barely sleeps. She doesn't even care about her appearance anymore. It's like she's giving up.
I sigh and run a hand down my face.
I hear someone approaching and I turn to the door.
Dan enters and I give him a small smile that he returns.
"How's he doing?"
"Still no changes. How's mom? Have you seen her?"
He sighs and nods.
"Yes. She's about as well as can be expected. Ashley and Zayde are with her."
