After learning about her medical condition, Claire's heart had shattered. Without making a sound, she wandered into the hospital garden. It was night; a cold breeze was blowing. She sat down on a bench and noticed that a few flowers were blooming nearby.
In that silence, she was trying to understand what had happened to her and to find the reason for her current state. She could not comprehend why all of this had happened to her.
Sitting near the flowers, she spoke softly, "You can see me, can't you? At least you can listen to me. Everyone says I'm in a coma… but I'm right here. How do I tell everyone that I'm with them? Will I have to live like this forever, alone? Is there no one at all who can see or hear me in this form as well?" Saying this, Claire grew sad and remained seated there.
Tears fell from her eyes onto the petals of the flowers, but they carried no weight. She had become nothing more than a feeling.
