Soft music filled his mind, his thoughts…his being.
He thought he saw a smile, thought he heard laughter.
He opened his eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings. Before he could make anything out, he slipped back into unconsciousness…
“I want to wake him, Mommy.”
Virginia smiled as she let out a little laugh. “We can’t do that, honey. Not yet.”
Virginia stared at the man in the bed. “Soon. Very soon.”
His felt something touching his face. It was soft and wet. It felt good and pleasant.
He wanted to open his eyes, but the part between want and ability prevented him from doing so. Still, he tried. And after much effort, they slowly began to open…and he found himself staring into the most beautiful face he’d ever seen.
The beautiful face suddenly jumped, letting out a small gasp.
He tried his hand at words. They were hoarse, raspy. His mouth was dry. He managed a whispered, “Hello.”
“Hi.” The beautiful face answered back. And then, “Oh.”
He watched as the little girl moved slightly to the left and reached for a pitcher of water. She slowly began to pour some into a glass as she spoke again. Her voice was simple, innocent, pure…angelic. “Mommy said to make sure to give you this if you woke up.” She smiled. “I’ve been watching you.” She looked deep into his eyes. “You’ve been asleep for a very long time.”
He took the glass from her and smiled again. “Thank you.” The water was good, very good.
The little girl smiled as she watched him drink. When he finished she took the glass from him and set it back on the bedside table. “I have to get my mommy now. She said to – if you woke up – that is.”
The little girl started to turn away, then quickly turned back. “Don’t you worry. We’ve been taking care of you. Mommy says you’re going to be alright.”
She started to turn away again, but he stopped her. “Can I ask you something?”
She grinned. “Sure.”
“What’s your name?”
“Oh…huh, I forgot.” She smiled as she playfully slapped her hand against her head. “Silly me.” She walked back to his bedside and offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Suzie.”
He slowly reached over and shook her hand, though the pain was evident in every move. “Hi, Suzie. My name’s…” his brain was still not functioning on all cylinders, and he had to think about it for a moment. Finally, he answered. “My name’s Max.”
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