#Chapter 95 - The Cure

James and I had rushed back to the hospital as fast as when we first heard about the incident. By the time we reached the main desk, I was wheezing and out of breath. “Mia, for the love of God, please calm down,” James huffed. Honestly, had I not been pregnant, I would have gotten there faster...Nonetheless, I waited for my breathing to settle before speaking to the receptionist. “Mia Derek, I’m here because I was notified that my brother has come out of his coma,” I said. The receptionist paged Dr. Fairmont to meet us. I couldn’t believe it. All this time, I’d felt like I’d been living in limbo—not having a single idea what was going to happen. All that time I’d been too afraid to hope, knowing I would be left with nothing but ongoing disappointment. My nerves were frayed and tattered to the point of shaking. I wished and prayed that Chris would wake up and now it was like someone had finally heard me. Part of me was still in disbelief. I needed to see Chris. Onc