Count On Your Love

Amanda asked in disbelief, wondering if she had a hallucination.

His body moved. He woke up. Sheryl woke up! He became a living person after lying on the bed for more than ten years.

"Mom, come to see uncle," Jacob said, who was in the arms of Amanda.

Amanda stood up and said, "Wait for me, my baby."

Then she hurriedly ran out.

Darren murmured, "Does she only care about Sheryl?"

"Mr. Darren, are you not happy?" Doctor Nian asked in confusion.

"Why should I be happy?" Darren rolled his eyes at him and sat back on the edge of the bed.

Doctor Nian pulled him out and said, "Mr. Darren, why can't you see it clearly? The reason why we can't get the kidney is that Sheryl was in a vegetative state. And his resilience is very bad. But now, he wakes up and can recover. I mean, he can recover after recuperating for a period of time. And he can donate his kidney then. After the operation, both of them are fine."

Startled, Darren grabbed Doctor Nian's collar and asked, "Really? If he recovers, will he be fine?"

Doctor Nian was almost out of breath. "Well, theoretically, it depends on the results," he answered, suppressing his voice.

After Darren coaxed Jacob to get some rest, he drove as fast as he could to the hospital.

Amanda was on her way to the hospital, but unfortunately, she had no ID card and was stopped at the gate. Fortunately, Darren followed and took her inside.

When they took the elevator, Darren said, "Doctor Nian said that after a period of rest, Sheryl could donate a kidney and both of them will be fine."

"If Sheryl agrees, we can prepare for the surgery. But he will definitely agree." Raising her head, Amanda looked at Darren. She put her hand on his face and said, "Thank you for what you have done these days."

Darren pulled her hands off him and said, "As long as we can live a happy life, it doesn't

me, Sheryl? You liked to play with me the most. When I was studying drawing, you took my painting brush and applied the paint all over your hands. Later, you were too troublesome to apply colorful dye on your hands, and then you painted with your palm. I praised you at first, but you happily printed on the wall, the curtains and my white dress. Do you remember that?" Amanda said slowly.

A few pictures appeared in the boy's mind.

"Sister, isn't it beautiful?" A little boy ran to the elder sister who was concentrated on her drawing with her ponytail and asked.

"Very special. But remember to wash your hands when you finish." Looking at the two palm prints on the white paper, the sister smiled.

Encouraged, he patted on every part of his body.

When mom and dad came home at night, they saw the palm marks all over their house, which made them think it was an alien invasion.

"Sheryl, why did you draw on my dress?" The elder sister asked worriedly, holding her favorite white lace skirt.

The little boy widened his eyes in surprise and asked, "Sister, don't you like it?"

The elder sister shook the skirt open. Two palm shaped marks were seen on her chest, which looked so weird that she found it both funny and annoying.