32 #He is fine.

I took a deep breath before entering Brandon’s room.

Every day, I come here, hoping for him to wake up and smile at him like he always used to, but nothing changes. He is still on his bed, lying lifeless. I shook my head. Plastering a smile on my face, I walk over to his bedside and gently hold his hand, hoping that somehow my presence can bring him comfort. Deep down, I know that even though he may not respond, my love and support are still reaching him in some way.

“Look, Mrs. Samuel picked these flowers for you. See,” I brought flowers close to his face, hoping he would open his eyes. But his eyelids remained closed, unmoving. I sighed softly, placing the flowers in a vase on the bedside table, knowing that even if he couldn't physically see them, the gesture was a reminder of the beauty and love that still surrounded him.

I shook my head, trying my best to smile, even though it hurt to see him like this. I reached out and gently held his hand, hoping that my touch would provide so