New Daley fic
Have you ever noticed a stranger from across a crowded room, in an elevator, or in a café and wondered what their live was like, what their fears and hopes were. If you shared some of those hopes and fears. I did. I would often sit and watch the people around me go about their busy lives. School, work, play. Then one day a stranger entered my life, I didn’t know his name or anything about him for that matter and he couldn’t tell me either. I felt drawn to him; an invisible force pushed me to him. That’s how it started; I would come to the hospital each day, talk to him, read to him. I didn’t know if he could hear me, I hoped he could. Soon I spend all my free time with the sleeping stranger who just wouldn’t wake up. I didn’t know what to expect if he did, but I was willing to wait and find out . . .