Chapter 7

Luna still hadn’t woken up. It had been hours—too many hours. I sat by her bedside, brushing her hair with my fingers, her small frame pale against the white sheets. Machines beeped steadily around her, a harsh reminder she was still here, just... not here. A doctor finally came in, clipboard in hand, face unreadable. I stood up. “Doctor?” He gave a soft sigh. “Mrs. Moore… your daughter is in a coma.” Luna still hadn’t woken up. It had been hours—too many hours. I sat by her bedside, brushing her hair with my fingers, her small frame pale against the white sheets. Machines beeped steadily around her, a harsh reminder she was still here, just... not here. A doctor finally came in, clipboard in hand, face unreadable. I stood up. “Doctor?” He gave a soft sigh. “Mrs. Whitmore… your daughter is in a coma.” My legs nearly gave out, but I steadied myself on the edge of the bed. “We’ll monitor her closely. Right now, it’s best to keep talking to her. Stay close. She may still hear y