Chapter Forty-six

They watched carefully as the nurse checked her grandmother's vitals, raising her, checking the wires plugged to her, and finally turning back to them and shaking her head. Anne shut her eyes as disappointment washed over her as she leaned in closer to Asher.

"They're just regular muscular spasms. It's a reflex action that happens often among patients in coma," she said.

"Thanks," Asher responded when Anne didn't say anything. The nurse kept watching them like there were things she wanted to tell them about but was afraid to.

"You know," she began uncertainly, rubbing the file she was holding. "It's actually much better she's in this state. More humane. If she woke up right now, she'd be in so much pain, you'd wish you could put her out of her misery."

It felt like something had just exploded in her brain. Was she allowed to say that? She tried to get up, with no clear cut idea of what she would do, but the anger at the nurse's words was enough to make her do something stupid. Fort