Fate

Coma

Everything was black.

I couldn't see, but I could hear.

I wasn't alone.

I couldn't pick out voices.

It was just the shuffling of feet and maybe the occasional cough.

I heard mumbles.

People were talking.

Why couldn't I hear them?

Why couldn't I see them?

Is something wrong with me?

Someone was holding my hand.

The warmth of their skin was familiar.

The tough callused fingers.

I couldn't place them.

I couldn't place anything.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why am I hear?

Wherever here is.

Someone had entered the room.

The warmth on my hand left.

Someone else's hand took mine.

The hand was softer.

They were scratched up bad.

They stroked me with a bandaged arm.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." they said.

Why could I hear her?

She knew me.

Why didn't I know her?

I tried to move.

Pat her hand maybe.

But I couldn't.

Why couldn't I move?

Why couldn't I do anything?

"This is all my fault." the women choked.

What was her fault?

What did she do?

"How long?" she asked someone else.

Who else was in the room?

How long what?

"Almost a month." another person, male this time said.

I could pick out voices now.

But almost a month of what?

"Oh my God." the women said again.

I wish I could speak.

I had so many questions that needed to be answered.

"My baby." the lady was crying now.

"I'm so sorry." the male apologized.

"My baby's been in a coma, for a month."

A coma.

For a month.

I was in a hospital, I think.

That's where you go when you have a coma right?

Oh my gosh.

I can remember anything.