The hospital room was hardly more than a closet with a bed and chairs in it. Melanie was hooked up to a respirator and an IV. I heard the high pitched beeping of the heart monitor as it tracked her heart rate. Taking a seat near the head of the bed, I took her hand. Overwhelmed by the site of all of this, I started to weep silently. Looking at her face, I could almost mistake her expression for that shared by peaceful dreams. She was bruised so that her cheeks were almost a deathly shade of purple. Her eyes were almost midnight black. Even her nose was fractured beyond recognition. Her belly was the least bruised area of her body. Her pregnant belly wiggled as she breathed. I decided to place my hand on it to see if my unborn cousin was ok. Thankfully a small kick gave me the proof I needed. I sighed relieved that my new cousin wasn't harmed.
"Is the baby ok?" Jaimie asked
"Yeah, thank god." I said
"That's good. But what about the coma?" Charlie asked.
"We can't fix that." Callyann said.
"All we can do is pray." Ramona said.
"If you like I can say a prayer for her." Jaimie said to me. I nod. We all bowed our heads.
"Oh lord, we call upon the power of the father, the son, and the holy spirit to heal the injuries of this broken and battered body. Make her whole again lord. In Jesus name we pray, amen." Jaimie said.
"Amen." We all said and I hug her.