There's no reaction from Cassidy.
Adrian is a fool standing by her bedside - the failure in a soap opera. His tears continue to stream down the sides of his face, a multitude of emotions rising up within him and clashing tides within his tumultuous heart. There is no response for what seems like an eternity.
That's until moments later.
It's there, just barely - a twitch of her fingers, tapping against his. Then, her hand, gripping his own - light, but it's there. Her hand in his, getting warm.
"Oh, Cassidy."
It's enough to make Adrian have a breakdown. Sighing in immense relief, he falls over Cassidy's form.
His hand pulls hers up to him before his lips start pressing kisses all over it - again and again and again. Against her fingers, against her knuckles.
Everyone around him also seems to rejoice, then. Comatose but responsive. She will pull through.
"Goodness, Cassie."
Asher steps forward.