Chapter 38 Awakening

• The sterile scent of antiseptic and the steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room, blending with the soft murmur of hushed voices in the hallway. The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting gentle rays over Daniel Carter’s still form. He had been in this state for what felt like an eternity—a deep coma that left his family waiting, hoping, praying for any sign of recovery.
• Margaret Carter sat in the chair beside his bed, her hand resting lightly on Daniel’s arm. It was a ritual she had followed every day since the accident, holding on to him as if her touch alone could pull him back to consciousness. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but she refused to leave his side. Richard Carter, Daniel’s father, stood at the foot of the bed, his expression a mix of hope and despair.
• "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday twins…" The faint melody echoed in Daniel's mind, the voices soft but insistent. They were the voices of children, sweet and innocent, singing the familiar tune over and over. It was the same dream that had played in his mind repeatedly, but this time, something was different.