ISABELLA’S POV “Ms. Moretti, we need you inside. Now.”I didn’t ask questions. I was already moving before the nurse finished speaking, my heart racing as I followed her into the room.The door opened.At first, everything looked the same, the machines, the tubes, the steady rhythm of monitored breathing.Then I saw his eyes.Open.I stopped for a moment.Brahms was awake.Not fully, but his eyes were open, unfocused at first, then slowly shifting until they found me.“Brahms,” I said, my voice breaking as I moved quickly to his side, careful of the lines attached to him.He looked so small against the white sheets, his skin pale under the hospital lights.“Mama…?”The word was quiet, strained.“I’m here,” I said immediately, reaching for his hand. “I’m right here.”A nurse stepped closer, adjusting a monitor.“We’ve started reducing his sedation,” she explained. “We need him more responsive ahead of the transplant.”I nodded, barely hearing her.My focus stayed on him.He blinked sl
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