A young nurse was washing a guy in a coma, but one day when she pulled back the blanket, she was totally floored by what she saw

I think so, Anna admitted. At first I thought I imagined it, but it keeps happening. His fingers twitch.

His hand shifts slightly. It’s small, but it’s there. Dr. Harris leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

We’ll run tests, he finally said. But don’t get your hopes up too high, Anna. It could just be reflexive muscle spasms.

Anna nodded, but deep down, she didn’t believe that. She felt something happening. And when the test results came back, she wasn’t surprised.

There’s increased brain activity, Dr. Harris told her. His neurological responses are stronger than before. Her heart leaped.

So he’s waking up! Dr. Harris hesitated. Not necessarily. It could mean anything.

But it’s a good sign. It wasn’t the answer she wanted. But it was enough.

Ha. That night, as she sat beside his bed, Anna found herself talking to Grant more than usual. I don’t know if you can hear me, but something tells me you can, she murmured.

She glanced at his face, at his strong features. Still unmoving. But for the first time, she felt like she wasn’t alone in the room.

So she talked. She told him about her day. About the patients who frustrated her.

About the rude doctor on the third floor who always stole her coffee. She told him about her childhood. About the small town she grew up in.

About how she always dreamed of being a nurse. And as she spoke, she didn’t realize that deep in the silence of his coma, Grant was listening. The morning sun filtered through the hospital room’s large windows, casting a warm glow on Grant Carter’s motionless form.

The beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence, steady and rhythmic, just like it had been for the past year. Anna stood beside the bed, rolling up her sleeves. This was just another day.

Another routine bath. Another round of talking to someone who might never answer her. She dipped a warm cloth into the basin, wrung it out, and began gently wiping Grant’s chest, her movements precise and careful.

You know, Grant, she murmured, smiling faintly, I was thinking about getting a dog. I need someone to listen to me who won’t just lie there and ignore me all day. Silence.

She sighed. Okay, rude, I was just making conversation. She reached for his arm, running the cloth over his skin, her fingers brushing against his wrist.

And then, his tightened around her wrist. Anna froze. A sharp breath lodged in her throat as she stared at his hand.

The pressure wasn’t much gentle, weak, hesitant, but it was there. Oh my God. Her heart pounded violently, her pulse ringing in her ears.

She wanted to believe it was just another reflex, just another meaningless twitch. But it wasn’t. Because then, Grant’s eyes snapped open.

For a moment, Anna couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She had spent months staring at those closed eyelids, watching for any sign of movement, any flicker of life. And now, now, those deep ocean blue eyes were looking right at her.

They were confused, unfocused, vulnerable, but alive. Grant’s dry lips parted. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but it was real.

Company. La’ai? Anna’s entire body tensed. Her knees almost buckled, her breath caught between disbelief and sheer panic.

He spoke. He woke up. The impossible had just happened.

She barely registered the basin of water slipping from her grip, splashing onto the pristine white floor as she stumbled backward. Oh my God. Her instincts kicked in.

She turned and slammed her hand against the emergency button on the wall. A loud alarm blared through the hallway. Seconds later, the door burst open, and a team of doctors and nurses rushed in, led by Dr. Harris.

What happened? Dr. Harris demanded as he moved to the bedside, already checking Grant’s vitals. Anna’s voice shook. He, he grabbed my hand…