The boy began to murmur softly, in a language Daniel didn’t understand. It sounded ancient, like a lullaby echoing from somewhere far away. Tears streamed down Daniel’s face as the heart monitor suddenly shifted.
Beep… beep… beep-beep… beep-beep.
The numbers climbed.
“Oxygen levels normalizing…” Daniel whispered in disbelief.
“Emily!” he cried.
Her chest rose—deep, steady. Her eyelids trembled.
The boy suddenly pulled his hands away, exhausted, almost unsteady as he stepped down.
“It’s done,” he said quietly. “She found her way back. Let her rest now. Tomorrow… she’ll wake up.”
Daniel fell to his knees, overwhelmed.
“You saved her… you’re—” his voice broke. “You’re an angel. Ask me anything. I’ll give you everything. Stay with us.”
The boy shook his head gently.
“I didn’t do it for anything. She deserved to live.”
“Please,” Daniel begged. “At least tell me your name.”
The boy paused at the door.
“Ethan. Ethan Cole. Take care of her.”
And then he was gone.
Daniel wanted to follow—but a soft sound stopped him. Emily moved slightly. He rushed to her side, holding her hand, waiting.
The night passed in disbelief. Doctors came and went, stunned by the changes. None could explain it.