Finding him

Him

I wasn't dying, I knew I wasn't but I was in pain constantly, paralysed to this darn bed and everyone thought I was the living dead. Florence seemed to have gotten it into her head that I might die while she's away so she spends every breath in this room.
I'm far from being in a coma, these doctors where not getting the diagnosis right. I could feel every injection they gave me, hear every conversation they had, but every other sense wasn't functioning I couldn't open my eyes and see neither could I smell I couldn't even eat.
I've been lying in this bed for I don't know how long, unable to do anything but hear when someone came in and left. Nobody knew that though, funny thing is sometimes I stop being paralysed for a brief couple of minutes and suddenly I can see and smell usually I'm too weak to actually get up it's only happened a couple of times. I'm unable to differentiate morning and night the only thing I use to be aware of the time is the two time the nurse comes to check on me I assume that is morning and night.
Eventually I'm going to have to get out of this bed I just don't know how. What if I passed out the the next time I woke up I could barely move. My room was empty, the silence was driving me mad I needed to get out of this place and urgently.