Chapter 2

Half an hour later, I saw Ethan himself in the special care ward.

He was thin, covered in tubes, relying on machines to maintain his vital signs.

Mrs. Ford wiped her tears sadly:

"He has a brain injury. Although the surgery was successful, he still needs time to recover."

"At the shortest, six months; at the longest, three years... We want to maintain the Ford family's dignity, but we also want to find him a companion."

"Shanna should think about it—we can afford professional nurses, so why would we need her to do menial work?"

What Mrs. Ford meant was.

For a vegetative patient to wake up, they need strong emotional companionship.

Ideally, someone should talk to him every day, keeping his brain actively thinking, which helps faster recovery.

But Ethan's critical condition couldn't be shown to outsiders.

And she was busy stabilizing the company.

Shanna would have been the best choice.

But unexpectedly, this important task ultimately fell to me.

The soul stood by the hospital bed, his face ashen:

"I also thought Shanna would stick by me through thick and thin, but she completely broke my heart."

"I just want to find someone reliable to read me financial news every day. Why is that so hard? I don't know if Rose can handle it..."

After listening to him ramble for a while, I understood.

His body and consciousness were separated, which is why I could see his soul.

When he woke up, his soul would naturally return to his body.

After thinking it over.

I laid out my plan:

"I plan to report news to Ethan every day, then continuously play movies and music for him."

"I'll describe the weather to him each day and try to let him smell various scents to strengthen his perception of the outside world."

"As for bathing and such... If Mrs. Ford doesn't mind, let me do it too. That way I can become more familiar with Ethan."

Both Mrs. Ford and the soul thought I was making empty promises.

They didn't believe I could be so thorough, thoughtful, and patient.

But the next day, they were impressed.

When Mrs. Ford came to the ward.

I had just finished shaving Ethan's beard, making him look much more refreshed.

A newly released movie was playing on TV, and I would explain scenes to him from time to time.

At the same time, I was holding a tablet, regularly reading financial news aloud.

Next to Ethan's head was fruit tea I had made myself, its fragrance masking the smell of disinfectant.

I had even set up my own bed in the ward.

So I could stay with Ethan twenty-four hours a day.

Mrs. Ford was deeply moved:

"Actually, you can sleep at the Ford house at night."

I smiled and told Mrs. Ford.

As long as I didn't have to live in my original home, I was happy anywhere.

"Besides, staying here strengthens my emotional connection with Ethan, which is good for waking him up."

After I spoke.

I sneaked a glance at the soul.

His expression had improved considerably.

"Shanna's too spoiled. Even if she came, she couldn't take care of me properly."

"But this Rose seems quite reliable. I guess this is a blessing in disguise."

It seemed I had passed Ethan's own evaluation.

That made the next steps much easier.