He furrowed his brow tightly, intently watching the pale face of the woman on the bed, a face devoid of any color that nearly tore his heart apart.
It hurt so much that he felt as if bleeding.
Walter Schmidt stood behind him, his handsome face grim, the pain in his eyes no less than Morgan Benson's. He clenched his fists, his pupils bloodshot, the red so intense it seemed unable to dissipate.
"Umm..." After what seemed like dozens of minutes, Emily Stone finally furrowed her brow and woke up. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, as if in a trance, still and silent for a long time.
"Emily..." Walter walked to the bedside, bending over to look at her. The expression on her face broke his heart.
Emily remained silent, as if even the rise and fall of her chest had ceased.
"Brother..." Just as everyone grew more anxious, she suddenly spoke, closing her eyes as she did so, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes, "Brother... Mommy... Daddy..."