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Chapter 65

"Hello, nice to see you again. Mrs. Mendes thought it necessary to let you know what was going on. His brain activity seems to be increasing, but then decreases. It's a rare, unusual case. We can't tell whether he will be able to wake up. There are numerous possibilities that he would be left with if he did wake up. It is all unknown, and time may be the only treatment as of this moment." Dr. Lloyd finished, clearing his throat.

His eyes were a deep brown, like puppy dog eyes. I could tell he wanted to tell me the single facts, but it was too much at one time. I tried to process it all. Each thing he said was starting to make sense, but when Shawn's mom took a deep breath in, I knew there was more to be told.

"I'm sorry, Mykenna. Shawn's father and I don't know how much longer we can keep doing this. He seems to only be getting worse. We will give it another week, max, and then we will have to let him go. I'm so sorry, but I thought you should know ahead of time." She said, her eyes not meeting mine. I wanted to hug her, but scream at her at the same time.

Couldn't she keep her hope? I knew the facts were blinding and scorching, but she had to wait. There was no way they could give him a time limit to prove he was still in there. It wasn't fair to him. I knew he was fighting as hard as he could already, I knew it. His mother patted my shoulder kindly, before sniffling and leaving the room. I wanted to follow her, to know more of what she was thinking. I didn't.

I looked up at the doctor, hoping for more of an explanation. I suddenly noticed how old he looked, with a short white beard and pale skin. He looked familiar, but I couldn't decide why. I wanted to have him tell me more. I wanted the cold truth. I didn't understand most of the hospital talk, nor did I know much of the human body. I wanted to know, though. I needed to understand what he had to push through to get back to me, so that I could help in some crazy way.

"Honestly, I can tell you that I have next to no idea if he will wake up. That's the, ambiguous, thing about comas. They vary greatly from person to person. I have never seen a condition this serious last as long as it has. He's fighting, hard. I can't try to convince his parents to wait it out. I know what you're thinking, that he will wake up. But there is no guarantee. I wish I could know more. I'm sorry. If you have any more questions, please come talk to me. Keep your hope, Mykenna."

He finished, crossing his hands in front of his body. I took in his white coat, his dark dress pants peeking out underneath. I nodded at him, and managed a small smile. He walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. I tried to look at Shawn, but I couldn't. My mind was set on too much. On what Dr. Lloyd had said. He was one of the typical doctors, who wanted to help people no matter. But he couldn't help Shawn. It was up to him, and him only to make himself wake up.