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“What do you think, Myrna?”
Myrna sat hunched on the pastel green vinyl hospital rocker next to mother’s bed, her hand resting softly on the woven cotton blanket covering her mother’s inert foot.
It had been six months on the respirator, with tube feedings, and no indicators of improvement.
Doctors had a prototype device that could see the patient’s thoughts but it mean cranial drilling and jack installation.
Myrna needed to be sure.
Post-operative recovery complete, staff activated the device and plugged mother in.
An image flickered to life on the screen.
Mother was headed home.
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