"What is it?"
I stand there, afraid to take it from him.
I don't know what it is except that it must have something to do with Frances.
"Several things including some documents that Mr. Louis gives you. You'll see when you open it."
Documents?
I have wanted to take a look, but I don't get the chance. They are taking Frances out on his bed. I have to follow them.
They put him into a car and soon arrive at an open space.
There is a private plane.
I watch them carry Frances up the plane. Although I know he is going back home, I'm still worried.
When he is out of sight, I'm always restless.
I walk up to Frances’ trusted friend with some apprehension, "Excuse me, can I go with you?"
Even though I haven't told Mindy nor said goodbye to Linda yet.
And all my things are still at my place, unpacked.
But what is more important to me than Frances in this world?
I look at him anxiously, afraid that he will turn me down.
But he nods and says to me in respect, "Of course. Please get in. The plane is about to take off."
The whole time on the plane, I hold Frances' hand and never move my eyes away from him.
It has been more than two weeks and he still hasn't woken up.
When on earth will he wake up?
Even if I he never does, I will still be there for him. But I would rather that he will wake up.
I want to see him alive full of vigor.
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