'IT'S IN MY mind, can't you see?'
'No, honey, I can't see something you are imagining,' Brent said. He squirmed on his chair, holding his wife's hand. A nurse popped her head in, 'Everything alright with Julie?'
'No change in her, I'm afraid. I must go. Do you think she'll notice?'
'We do not know what she is thinking. But, at least, she is usually smiling.'
Brent collected his briefcase packed with his university's papers.
'Sorry, I have to read all this tonight. See you tomorrow?'
'Yes, I'll be here,' said the nurse. 'Let's hope you will see an improvement. Bye.'
Brent pecked his wife's cheek. She continued peering out of the window.

Jumping in his car, he pressed a well-worn number....

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