"It's been eighteen hours, George." Fiona suppressed her lips and put her hand on the glass window. I was also worried about the fact but couldn't do anything. "George, she tilted her head a bit." She opened the door in excitement and finally, I could see a smile on her face.
"Please, wait outside! I've called the doctor, he is coming." The nurse stopped her but instead of being sad, she was smiling. Her mother was not in a coma, and that was a big deal for her.
She hid her face in my chest. "You were right, my mom will be alright." I could feel her lips stretching against my skin and I thanked God for showing some mercy on us.
"Yes, Ana! Look, the doctor has also come, you can meet her when he comes out." I rubbed her back slowly and sighed in relief.
Five minutes later, the doctor came out holding a file. "Congratulations! Your mother is doing better now. You can meet her but please, don't make her too emotional to cry because her mind needs rest and any pressure on her mind will affect her body."