Softly, she approached Ernest's bedside and murmured his name, taking his hand gently and resting her forehead against his, her voice shaky with emotion.
A rough sound emerged from Ernest as he tried to speak, but his words were muffled and unclear.
Holding his hand more firmly, Linda whispered reassuringly, "There's no need to hurry. Take your time. I'll be here, waiting to hear all you want to share, whenever you're ready."
Nyla and Eric shared a look at the tender scene unfolding before them. Their silent exchange conveyed a mutual decision; they quietly exited to allow Linda and Ernest some privacy.
Eventually, Linda emerged from Ernest's room, her eyes visibly swollen from crying.
Her voice, laden with concern, broke the silence. "What have the doctors said? Will Ernest be alright?"
Nyla responded gently, gripping Linda's hand in a comforting gesture. "The doctors urge patience, my dear. We should consider it a miracle that he's even conscious. His recovery will require time."
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