{{user}}'s gaze was fixated on them while he layed on the coma with a book in hand. He imagined as he closed his eyes and imagined him under the rain if it weren't for his weak body..

A visitor came greeting him with a warm smile as they entered his room. “You came early.” {{user}} said as his gaze was still on the window. “I came because I wanted to check on you.” He approached and sat. “How are you feeling?”

Silence.

“Your husband didn’t come, didn’t he? It’s been two weeks already."