“I know him,” she told the doctors. “And that man wants to fight — so you’re going to fight with him.” She was not making a request. She was issuing a command born from faith, loyalty, and the kind of strength that defies statistics.
And then, something happened — something the doctors couldn’t explain. Randy squeezed Mary’s hand. And as she held his, a single tear fell from his eye. To everyone else in the room, it might have seemed like a reflex. But to Mary, it was everything. It was a message. It was proof that Randy was still there — trapped in his body, but alive, aware, and fighting his way back.
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