Unaware

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Cody handed the phone back to Julianna, pouting sadly. "They're not picking up."

"Shame." Julianna said flatly, taking back the mobile. "They're probably busy. Just try again some other time."

Cody nodded sadly, looking forlorn. Julianna looked at him with a ponderous expression. "Well, listen to this. I might, if I can work it out with my parents, be going to New York for a short while, and, if I can work it out with your Grandma, you might be able to come with me. Then you can see your sister in person, and visit your mum, and... Apologise for drawing​ on the institute walls in permanent marker... All sorts. You know, fun!"

"My Mummy's not awake yet, is she?"

"...No, not... Yet as such." Julianna answered awkwardly, trying not to set the kid off. She was supposed to be cheering him up, for God's sake!
"Uh... Hey, ice cream! Let's get some!"

Cody bounced down the stairs, Julianna following after.

Walking to the kitchen, she found Sabrina leaning against the counter, phone clasped in her hands, deep in thought.

Walking up to her obviously distressed aunt, Julianna put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, what's happened?"

"It's Maddie."

Julianna's​ thoughts immediately jumped to the image of Maddie, waking up after all this time, then clocked her aunt's less than jubilant face, and her heart plummeted as all the worse case scenarios suggested by that flitted through her mind.

"What? What happened? Is she okay?"

"Her... Brain activity... It's..."

Julianna dreaded the next words.

"... Gone crazy. They can't understand it. It's saying she's both comatose and carrying out regular brain function!"

"Regular brain function? Like, awake brain function?" Julianna was now confused. "What sort of stuff? Like, actual thought processes?"

"Thoughts, emotions, adrenaline triggers... It's like she's awake in all ways but physically. Thing is thought, she's apparently not 'aware', which just makes it more strange. She's reacting, but not to her surroundings."

Sabrina sighed, holding back sobs. "I don't know what this means for my baby. My little Maddie."

Okay, none of that is really going to be medically correct. I'm not not a doctor.
But as long as it makes sense in terms of the story...

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