Nurse's POV

I made my rounds like I did everyday and just like every other day I saved the patient in the room at the end of the hall for last.

After the fateful day six weeks ago more patients in and out of the hospital then I ever thought possible. Faces started to blur together as the John and Jane Does multiplied.

For some reason the John Doe at the end of the hall stood out. Maybe it was because he was so young and alone and I felt protective. Maybe it was because in the wake of such a horrible tragedy his young life was saved and it gave me hope.

Whatever the reason I found myself drawn him, and I would spend the majority of my rounds with him. Talking to him, reading to him, doing whatever I could to help him come back and finish living his life.

I just prayed he would wake up soon and someone would come for him.

AN: Last on for tonight!