VT. At 4 am this morning, Will Roberts was in a deep coma. Will’s parents shared that they are awaiting news regarding his current condition.

Early this morning, around 4 a.m., the hospital was shrouded in a heavy silence when news broke that left everyone breathless: Will Roberts had fallen into a deep coma.

No sirens, no chaos, just a brief moment when his vital signs changed, and instantly, everything around the 14-year-old boy shifted to a different boundary – more fragile and terrifying than ever before.

Will’s parents were the first to notice something was wrong. After days of intense anxiety, they had become accustomed to pain, exhaustion, and constant checkups.

But a coma was different. It wasn’t like visible pain, nor like fevers that could be measured numerically. A coma was silence. It was calling their son’s name without a response. It was the feeling that time had stopped right before their eyes.

In the intensive care unit, every movement was minimized. Doctors quickly began assessing and monitoring his brain, heart rate, and breathing. But for Will’s family, medical jargon seemed like a luxury. The only thing they wanted to know was: could their son hear them? Could their son come back?

Will had been battling bone cancer for a long time. Harsh chemotherapy, persistent, agonizing pain, moments of physical exhaustion where even standing was a struggle.

There were times when he seemed to have hit rock bottom, only to rise again with unwavering strength. Therefore, this moment was all the harder to accept—when all the pent-up suffering seemed to erupt in a single night.

From the hospital corridor, Will’s parents shared that they were waiting for the slightest update from the medical team. No one dared to make predictions. No one wanted to say too much. Because sometimes, in situations like this, hope and fear are separated by a thin line.

What haunts many is that not long ago, Will had a day that was almost pain-free. He was able to go outside, breathe the air, and rediscover the feeling of normal life he had always longed for. That brief moment is now a memory that is both warm and heartbreaking—as if life had given him a small gift before the next challenge arrived.

Currently, everyone is still waiting. Waiting for the doctor’s words. Waiting for a positive sign. Waiting for a handshake, a small movement, or simply a familiar reflex from Will. In these hours, every passing second carries the weight of hope, fear, and the unconditional love of his parents.

No one knows what will happen next. But one thing is certain: Will is not alone. Outside the hospital room, not only his family but also countless hearts were focused on him, praying for his recovery, for another chance to continue the fight he never chose—but fought with everything he had.