Tobin Veras
Tobin walked the sterile hallways of the hospital. His bag slung over his shoulder, he didn't look at anyone as he passed. His destination what the same as it had been every day for the past year. To his sister's room, where she lay in a coma. Tobin spent a lot of time with her here, granted she couldn't reply. Hell, he wasn't even sure she could hear him; but he kept coming here. He couldn't be around his parents, he could feel their dislike for him. They blamed him for Ivy's condition, it was his fault after all. Tobin knew it was his fault and told himself every day of that fact.
He entered her room, looking around. It looked just as it had the other day, nothing had changed. He sighed as he put his bag on the chair in the corner, he pulled out a well worn book. It had been one of Ivy's favorites. "Hey, Sis." He said leaning over her, touching her hand gently. A ever so soft look in his eyes, one of adoration and sadness. "I brought your favorite book again today. I'm going to finish reading it to you." He moved away sitting in the chair next to the bed, flipping through the pages of the book.
He read to her, just like when they were little. Just like he had been doing for this past year. He was plagued with the thought of if she would condemn him if she ever woke. Would she blame him as everyone else has. That was why he had withdrawn from the world, simply existing. He just couldn't believe that he couldn't do anything to bring her back. To change what had happened. He would give anything, Ivy was the most important thing to him.