Days bled into weeks, and soon, a full month had passed.
Yet Augustine remained unmoving—still lying on the hospital bed, still lost in silence, still not awake.
Mrs. Wales had spent every day of the past month by her son's side, refusing to leave him for more than a few hours.
When exhaustion finally won, she would returned home to rest, leaving Mr. Wales to keep watch.
Sometimes it takes three days for exhibition to creep into Mrs. Wales and after leaving the hospital, she spends just a day at home and then returned to the hospital.
It became a natural occurrence for her.
Currently, the hospital room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of machines—until the phone of Mr. Wales suddenly rang, slicing through the stillness like a blade.
It was a call from Charles Donald.
Swiftly, Mr. Wales picked up the phone call and placed it beside his ear.
