The Awakening

Sherly sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, observing her cousin's still form. The soft glow of the overhead lights cast gentle shadows on Edwards' face, highlighting his peaceful, albeit fragile, state. She reached out and touched his hand lightly, a silent plea for him to return to consciousness.

"Wake up soon, bro. Everyone is worried, including your mom," she said softly, her voice tinged with both hope and exhaustion. She sighed deeply, her worry etched into her features. The long hours of vigil were taking their toll, and despite her resolve, fatigue was setting in.

As time went by, the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the quiet hum of the hospital began to lull Sherly into a drowsy state. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon she succumbed to sleep, leaning her head on the edge of Edwards' bed.