Inside Room 245, all Tim Siegel could hear were the beeps. He had been listening to the cadence of brain and heart monitors for so long now, their pattern resembled the rhythm of a song -- an unnerving tune he prayed wouldn't stop or lose its tempo.
It surrounded Tim as he waited inside University Medical Center for his son, Luke, to wake up.
It was August 2015, though the days and the hours spent in this room, listening to that rhythm, were causing the timeline to blur. But Tim forced himself to navigate through the haze and stay strong.