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It has now been a week. They have moved him to another room; at least there is some sunshine and a couple of birds outside singing. There is still no improvement. I am struggling to see the future. They say that there comes a time that you need to make peace with what could the outcome of a situation; I am bordering on that line of peace and hope.

It becomes dangerous when you give up on hope and faith; you are not only letting go of the situation but also of yourself. You stop waiting; then you stop caring, then you stop living. You become the shadow of the person you were before; a black hole swallows you in, and there you stay, not by accident but by choice.

How can it be possible for someone to be gone for so long? Is he that lost that he can not find his way back?

I am soon ripped from my thoughts as Doctor Cane enters the room, I have really been giving him a real hard time, but he does understand. He, too, feels frustrated, and his heart hurts just as bad