Three Little Guardian Angels

Antonio came to the nurse station and asked one of the nurses who were on duty, "Excuse me, why hasn’t my daughter woken up after so many days?"

The nurse skimmed through Pearl’s diagnosis and case and then explained slowly, "When a patient exhibits such a condition, it can only be concluded that it’s due to certain psychological factors.This usually happens to patients who have mood swings or wish to escape from reality through extreme means.That’s why they’ll remain in self-isolation even after being cured.

"If the patient is conscious but unwilling to wake up, family members should stay here, accompany her more frequently, and communicate with her to stimulate her cranial nerves.That might help her regain consciousness prematurely."

Antonio nodded.

He walked back to the ward with a heavy heart and saw Mrs.Santiago standing by the bed, watching over her daughter and sobbing silently.He took a deep breath, grabbed his coat, walked up to her, and draped it on her.

"You should go and rest for now." Mrs.Santiago wiped her tears.

"I don’t want to go.You should go first."

Antonio tried to persuade her.

"Pearl is still alive, and you’re exhausted.If you were to collapse because of exhaustion, would Pearl feel good when she wakes up, knowing that her mother’s health is not doing too well during this period?"

Mrs.Santiago paused for a bit.

had just

A week later...

city was drizzling, and the sky

in front of the tombstone with a n umbrella, Tanner stared at Sandy’s photo with a dimmed expression

he had in his hand, and the

"Sandy,"

talking to her, "You must blame me, right? In fact, the person who

the cold wind that was whistling in his ears,

arrive at where it is

in such a way.And...And because I couldn’t let it go,

turned bloodshot, and he laughed at

didn’t want to owe you anything when it came to this matter, but I didn’t want her

bouquet on the tomb, and waited for a

the whole scenery was gray in color, and the bouquet of bright yellow roses was the only colored item in

beautiful past that they once had—it was

of the ward and looked at the person lying on the

was still there, sleeping