Aftermath

Mr. Timothy Aklas slumped in the worn-out armchair of his refurbished trailer, his face etched with shock, exhaustion, and an ashen complexion. The hospital visit weighed heavily on him. The doctors' advice, while pragmatic, offered no solace. There was an unmistakable air of helplessness in the room, a feeling that seemed to cling to him like an invisible shroud.

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At the hospital, he learned that Comas, as the doctors explained, were an agonizing waiting game – a state of limbo with no clear resolution in sight. He was gently advised to return home, though the doctors assured him he was welcome to stay. But what could he possibly do there, other than wait?

 

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