The door swung open, and for second I couldn't think well from how fast my heart was beating.
The first thing I saw was mom.
I froze in the doorway. My brain was braced for the worst, but the scene in front of me didn't match. She wasn't in the surgical recovery room anymore. This was her main room. Her room.
"What… why? What happened?" My voice cracked as I looked at Marcus, desperate.
He turned, and he actually smiled. A real one. His eyes were wet, but he was smiling.
"She moved, Ash."
I blinked at him, like the words didn't process right away. "She… what?"
"She moved her fingers," he widened his eyes, and now he was grinning. "The nurse saw it. The doctor came. He said she's responding. Her body's healing."
I swear, for a moment the whole room tilted. I had to grab the edge of the chair beside me because my knees almost gave out.
I pressed a hand over my mouth, staring at her at Mom like if I blinked, she'd slip away again.
