An old couple in the middle of a zebra crossing. A motorcyclist driving too fast and paying little attention. The accident was nearly fatal. He recovered in a few days but she went through intensive care for more than a year. Lying on a bed in the IC unit, she underwent constant monitoring. Her life was at stake, particularly during the few weeks the charts showed her encephalogram had an almost flat profile. It was as close to brain death or coma as it could get. Her husband didn't give up. Everyday, after his own therapy was over in another part of the hospital, he sat beside her and took her hand. He spent a few hours a day by her side, talking to her about anything in his low, soft voice. Months later she recovered, painstakingly slowly, and against a great many odds. It was then that he found out that most of the things he told her when her brain was seriously damaged, half sceptical about the benefit of his purpose, had been nonetheless registered undamaged.
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