Brielle walked into Finnigan's room after finishing her rounds. It had been over a week since the accident, and every day, she would come in with hope in her heart. She was glad to see that Finnigan was making progress. His heart was now strong enough that he no longer needed life support. She sat by his bedside, gently running her fingers through his hair.

"Hey, baby. It's me again. I'm sorry for checking on you so many times today," she said with a soft giggle. "I just can't get enough of your adorable face." She touched his cheek affectionately. "You've been sleeping a lot. I miss you so much. It's time to wake up, don't you think?" Tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke.

"I had a little patient today, a 9-year-old boy. He was mischievous but so cute, just like you," she said with a bittersweet smile. "Maybe one day we can have kids together. I regret wasting three years of our marriage with my ego. I don't want to waste any more time."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. Suddenly, she noticed tears forming in the corners of Finnigan's eyes. "Can you hear me?" she asked, surprised by the unexpected reaction. "If you can hear me, try squeezing my hand, even a little bit." She waited anxiously, watching as his fingers slowly moved and lightly squeezed her hand. She kissed his hand with joyful relief.

"That's good, baby. I know you're strong enough to fight this," she said reassuringly. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm here for you, always," she said warmly. "I hope to see those beautiful blue eyes of yours soon," she whispered before settling back into the chair.

It had become her daily routine to be there for him after work, leaving only to freshen up and tidy the house.

Brielle was exhausted and had barely slept since Finnigan fell into a coma. Her parents arrived to visit Finnigan and were pleased to find Brielle dozing beside him. Despite their continued worry for Finnigan, they were relieved to see a positive change in her. Brielle awoke to voices and slowly sat up, noticing her parents. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here," she apologized, carefully leaving the bed. "It's okay. We understand you haven't been getting enough rest," her mother reassured her, embracing her daughter. "How is he?" her mother inquired, gazing at Brielle. "I think there's been good progress. I asked him to squeeze my hand earlier, and although it was subtle, he showed positive signs," she replied with a smile. Her mother took her hand and smiled in return. "That's great progress. He'll wake up soon, sweetheart." Brielle nodded and hugged her mother, saying, "Yeah, he will." As she stayed in her mother's embrace, she was reminded to prioritize her well-being. She promised to take care of herself and nodded in agreement. Turning to her father, she observed his quiet demeanor and approached him, receiving a loving kiss on her forehead.

"I thought you were still upset with me for, you know," he murmured, looking at her. Brielle smiled and embraced him, saying, "I'm not angry anymore. You were right about Fin. He's an amazing man, and I regret not realizing it sooner." Tears welled up in her eyes. "It's not too late. Fin will be okay, and you can confess your feelings to him." Her father comforted her, gently stroking her hair. "I'm glad you've come to accept him. Thank you for understanding," he murmured, hugging her daughter tightly. "It's okay. No hard feelings," she assured her father, offering a comforting chuckle.

Her father gently pulled away from the hug, signaling they had to leave. "We have something to do. We'll come again soon," he said, kissing her forehead. "Okay, Dad. See you soon," she replied before seeing them off to the door. As they left, her mother reminded her to care for herself and not skip meals. As she watched them go, she took a deep breath and glanced at her watch. It was time to get back to work, but first, she needed to grab something to eat.

Returning to the room, she held her partner's hand. "Hey, baby. I have to go now. So, behave yourself while I'm away," she giggled. "I'll be back after work." Leaning in, she kissed his lips. "I love you," she whispered, stroking his hair. Wiping away her tears, she smiled, wishing he could say the same.

Leaving the room, she went to the cafeteria for a quick meal before continuing with her work.