Two days later, in the ICU room

Nicolas sat on a plastic chair. His eyes were fixed on Celine's drooping hands by her bedside. Next to her, Calvin drew something in his little book, occasionally looking up at his mother with a hopeful face.

"Daddy," Calvin broke the silence, pointing at the drawing he had just finished. "This is me, Mommy, and you. We're playing in the park."

Nicolas smiled a little, though his heart was heavy. "Nice drawing, Calvin. Mommy will like it when she sees it."

"But when will Mommy wake up?" Calvin asked, his voice hoarse as if he was holding back tears.

Nicolas didn't answer right...