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“If you really want to work, I can arrange something for you. Don’t come crying again when you can’t find a job,” Clayton
said.
Sienna let out a dismissive snort. “No thanks. I wouldn’t dare. I’m afraid a certain someone will make me frame the offer letter and label it ‘a donation from Mr. Hale.“”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Clayton glanced at Edna, who immediately caught on. She grabbed two buns and a carton of milk, then handed them to Sienna. “Mrs. Hale, at least have something. It’s good for your health.”
This time, Sienna didn’t refuse. She took the food and headed out. As soon as she stepped out of the manor, her phone rang with a call. It was from Vivian.
“Ms. Winger, please come to the hospital right away! Your mother’s fingers just moved!” Vivian’s voice was filled with excitement. Sienna froze on the spot, feeling as though her own heart was leap out of her chest.
20 minutes later, Sienna rushed into the hospital. Vivian, who had been adjusting the IV drip, hurried over when she saw her. “I was wiping your mother’s right hand just now. Her index and middle fingers clearly moved twice!”
Sienna found it hard to believe. “Really? Are you sure you saw that right?”
Over the years, hope had dwindled more and more. More than once, Sienna had nearly given up, thinking that it would be better to free her mother from suffering.
“I’m absolutely sure!” Vivian handed her the medical records. “Dr. Schneider already came by. He wants you to see him in his
office.”
In the attending doctor’s office, Lewis Schneider pointed at the EEG on the computer screen. “See this? At the time the caregiver mentioned, there was a clear fluctuation in brain activity. It suggests that the brain is attempting to re–establish
neural connections.”
He pulled up another set of data. “Compared to the previous week, the patient’s basal metabolic rate has also increased by 15 %. That’s a good sign.”
“Does that mean she has a chance of waking up?” Sienna asked.
Lewis adjusted his glasses. “It’s hard to tell as of now. The family can try sensory stimulation to help her regain consciousness, such as familiar voices, smells, or objects.”
He paused before continuing, “If you could bring Dr. Alexander Morrison in, the chances of the patient waking up would be much higher. He’s a young but highly accomplished neurologist. He has had groundbreaking results in awakening patients in a vegetative state.
“Just last year, with neurological treatment, his team successfully woke a patient who was in a vegetative state for five years, ” he said.
“How can I contact him?”
“I’m afraid that won’t be easy.” Lewis shook his head. “He keeps a low profile and only focuses on research. He rarely appears in public and turns down every interview. Most people who reach out to him never hear back. I only know of him from academic conferences.
“I heard he’s currently abroad. I’ll update you if there’s any news about him. Do note that even if you manage to get him on board, it won’t be cheap. The expenses for follow–up recovery won’t be small either,” he emphasized.
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“Thank you, doctor. As for the fees, please don’t worry. I’ll have them ready.”
After discussing Eleanor’s condition with Lewis, Sienna returned to the ward. She gently held Eleanor’s frail, bony hand. The steady beeping of the monitor rang clearly through the quiet room.
“Mom, please wake up. You still have a long life ahead. Don’t you want to see the outside world again?” Sienna asked.
The woman on the bed looked serene, as if she were merely asleep.
Sienna once resented Eleanor for abandoning her without a word. During those countless lonely nights in that house, she longed for her mother to be there with her. She thought that maybe then, things would have been different–she wouldn’t have been ignored, cast aside, or bullied.
It wasn’t until she grew up that she began to understand that Eleanor might have had her own reasons.
Sienna opened the bedside drawer and took out a worn copy of “The Little Prince“. On the yellowed title page, the words ” Enna’s Book” were written in crooked handwriting.
When Sienna was little, Eleanor would often hold her and read this book to her. Back then, Eleanor would always say, “You’re my sweet little rose.”
Now, using a gentle tone like her mother’s from years ago, Sienna read softly, “All grown–ups were once children, but only a few of them remember it…”
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