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Selena had been in a coma for four and a half years. A terrible accident had befallen the Piltovian woman, leaving her husband to care for her and their eventual child as one of their nights of passion had resulted in pregnancy. In her slumber she knew nothing of what had changed in these past four and a half years, of the child she bore, of her husband or the prosthetic limbs she now had on three limbs.
She had slumbered so peacefully all this time, dreaming pleasant dreams. The dormant bride was blissfully unaware of the world around her, but something miraculous was about to happen. Slowly her eyes fluttered open. Selena blinked a few times. Her neck was stiff as she turned her head to look about. This was their bedroom, the room they’d shared before the honeymoon. How did she get here? She went to move her body and found it to be a little too heavy. Why was she feeling so weak?”
“...ayce!” Selena called weakly. She took a deep breath before trying again. “Jayce!” She called again, hoping for him to hear her. Selena couldn’t bring herself to move very much or well.