Shattered hopes

Within a year time, nothing had really changed inside of Jackson's room, and he was still rigged up to all sorts of machines as he laid on sterile white sheets and covered with a pale blue blanket.

“I know that you can hear me because every time I tell you about your kids, you move. So why do you refuse to wake up?” Chris asked without taking his sight off Jackson.

When he got no response, he breathed a sign of misery, one he had been holding in since he first arrived.

Then Chris's fingers tapped the table in unison with the rhythm of his feet as his bright eyes surveyed the room, knowing that he was slowly giving up on hope since so far his plan didn’t seem to be working on Jackson.

Even though Chris understood that an important task had been placed on his shoulders to keep Jackson up-to-date with the latest news about Miya and the kids, he felt overwhelmed by it all.

All heads turned to the right when they heard the sound of a male shoe stepping on th