10 days have past. Still no sign of hope. Still the same doctors, telling the same thing "she's ok". Truth is, I wasn't. I was far from ok. Every second was a battle. Every day was a
war. It was scary, because I didn't even know if I was going to make it. Hugo, didn't have the slightest bit of hope. He could tell the doctors were lying. But still he put on a brave, hopeful face. I felt sorry that I couldn't help, I wanted to but something was stopping me. It was like a steal barrier blocking me from opening my useless eyes. Was this the end? Was I going to die? No one knew the answer. Not even me.
