During that time, she had spoken to my daughter and repeatedly touched her arm, apparently attempting to get some kind of reaction.
I immediately asked the security team to prevent anyone without proper authorization from visiting Emma.
When I went back to my daughter’s bedside, Grandpa was quietly observing the slight movements beneath her eyelids.
Moments later, Emma opened her eyes for the first time in four days.
The breathing tube had already been removed, and her throat was still sore, leaving her voice weak and raspy.
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