I continued to talk to Ethan, making recollections, bruting pledges, and recalling the nights when we pledged to overcome any challenges life threw at us. I prayed for a phenomenon, for a sign that he could hear me, that he was still fighting. Time blurred as we sat by Ethan's side, the telephoning observers creating a dimmed soundtrack to our surveillance. Hours passed, and I felt a mixture of prostration and determination. I could not leave his side, I wanted him to know that I was there, staying for him to wake up. Eventually, a nurse approached, her expression conveying a mixture of sympathy and fear."I am sorry, but there has been no significant change. Ethan is still in a coma, and the chances of recovery remain uncertain."I felt a lump forming in my throat, the reality of the situation sinking in.Mr. Joe placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, his eyes mirroring the sadness in my own. "He is a fighter, Elah. We will keep soliciting and hoping. Let's take it on
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