Two weeks had passed. Bastien hadn't moved from Kate's side. The artificial respirator had already been removed; she was breathing on her own. He wiped her face with cloths and cleaned her daily, kissed her lips and caressed her face.

—Kate, please, come back to me. I need you. Please. I love you, Kitty. Come back to me.

Bastien took her hand and covered it with kisses. The door opened, and the doctor returned.

—Hello Bastien, I’m here to check on Kate.

She checked her vital signs, heart, reflexes, and breathing.

—How is she...? —Bastien’s voice was a whisper. He had no strength left; he was slowly dying beside his woman.

—Her body is recovering. I hope she wakes up from the coma soon. Why don't you try bringing the baby? Maybe the closeness could help her.

Bastien remained silent.

—The baby isn't to blame for Kate being like this. The ones who injected her with that toxin to raise her blood pressure are to blame. Don’t take your anger out on your daughter. You might regret it.

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