It had been months now since her sister had last been conscious. Each and every day Charlotte would be in, reading stories to the seemingly empty shell on the bed. she would hold her hand and just sit there, the silence broken by the steady beating of the machine. the only indicator that she was still alive.
The doctors didn’t know what to say. They said that she could wake up any second, but it seemed that she just didn’t want to. No one actually knew what had happened. There was only one person that could tell them all that, and she was lying on the bed.
Everyone had been in at some point or another, leaving flowers or cards. Charlotte would read them all to her, every day. The doctors said that there was a possibility that she could here. Everyone highly doubted it though.
Most of the time she would just sit in the chair though, hoping that today would be the day, and usually falling asleep until their parents came in