Devon's POVIt's been two days and Olivia was yet to wake up from her coma. Being worried was an understatement. I feared for her life. Watching her lay on this hospital bed for the past two days without moving, waking up or speaking, had me feeling paralyzed."Please, wake up," I pleaded silently.Just then, Damian walked into the room holding two plastic cups of coffee. "Here, Devon. You need this," he said as he handed one of the coffee to me."Thanks," I replied as I took the coffee from him and took a sip out of it."You've been here for two days, Devon and you do not look good. You lack proper sleep and care," he said."What do you want me to do, Damian? Leave her here and go home?" I asked him. "I'm not saying you should leave her, Devon. You should take a good look at yourself, Devon. Would Olivia be happy if she sees you looking this disheveled? I'm just saying you should go home, relax a bit and then come back. You have not slept in two days," he said."I can't leave her,
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