“How long has it been?” I ask, referring to how long I’ve been unconscious.

“Four days,” she answers, understanding my question even with little emphasis.

My brow furrows with interest. “And you have been here ever since?”

She bites down on her lips before looking up, “Yeah, these four days have been filled with intense pain, suffering and agony as I fear I might still lose you or that you might never wake up.”

My heart goes out to her and I cannot even imagine the level of fear and confusion and thought that went through her head all the while I was unconscious and there was no guarantee I...