Author's PoV
He hadn't expected her to open her eyes.
He hadn't brought himself back to her hospital room since the doctor had told him that she was out of COMA, but until that night, when he ate just a little dinner from the loads that Daisy had brought for him– he hated hospital food.
But he was oddly excited, perhaps happy. For the first time in the past one week, he had actually smiled. He had slept that afternoon, although just outside her hospital room, but he'd finally allow himself to sleep without the fear of being woken up my nightmares.
And he was correct. He slept peacefully for that few hours, a dreamless sleep mostly, just like he wanted.
After dinner, he'd found himself in her hospital room. The visitation hour was just getting over, but since he'd defied the rules one
