At the funeral, a heavy silence hung in the air. The white hall was filled with relatives, friends, and loved ones who had come to say goodbye to a young woman.
She had passed away suddenly, after several days of high fever and overall weakness.
Doctors had said it was a rare brain inflammation that caused cardiac arrest.
Resuscitation attempts had failed.
In the coffin, the girl looked as if she were sleeping — her face was peaceful, her hands folded on her chest.
Her mother stood above her, unable to hold back her tears.
Despair broke out into cries that pierced the hall and tore at the hearts of everyone present.
— Take me with her! — the woman sobbed. — I can’t live without her! Bury me next to her! I don’t want to breathe this air without my girl!
Her husband hugged her, trembling with tears.
Relatives came up one by one, offering comfort and wiping their eyes.
The grief was so deep, it felt like reality might crack under its weight.
And then…
She exhaled sharply:
— Wait… her chest… she’s… BREATHING!
Panic swept through the hall. Some thought it was just imagination — the result of exhaustion, grief, a nervous breakdown.
But then others began to notice it too — a faint, barely perceptible movement.
The girl’s chest was rising and falling.
— She’s alive! — someone shouted. — Oh God, she’s alive!
While some stood frozen in disbelief, others were already calling an ambulance.
The doctors were nearly knocked over when they arrived.
They checked — there was a pulse. Weak, but stable.
The girl was immediately taken to intensive care.
A day later, the diagnosis came: lethargic sleep.
A rare condition in which a person appears dead, but their vital functions continue at an extremely slowed pace.
Essentially, it’s a state of deep sleep resembling a coma — but with the potential for awakening.
It later turned out that the examining doctor had made a mistake — he had missed a faint pulse.
Her body temperature had dropped close to room level, and her breathing was barely detectable.
She had been officially declared dead. A death certificate was signed, and the funeral was already underway.
If not for her mother’s desperate scream…
If not for that final look…
The girl would have been buried alive.
Now she’s in the hospital, in stable condition, and each day she gets better.
Her mother doesn’t leave her bedside and repeats only one thing:
— It was a miracle. And I felt it… with my heart.
