Comatose || s. stan

3 || full circle, by half moon run

«in which, despite all the odds, they communicate»

For a while they tried to support together, but they would fight all the time. Sebastian was desperate for some normal conversation but Harlyn was like living fire and she spat back at every single of his attempt to talk. Well, that was when she could. She didn't want to look insane by talking alone in public. And she hated him with a fierce passion. All he could do was follow her around like a lost puppy, because he couldn't go anywhere else.

Whenever she went to school, he had no choice but to follow. He tried to lighten the mood up but laughing of the people in her class, her give her ideas for her drawing. She was now a professional at the death glare.

They realized pretty quickly that only her could see him, for some weird reason. And he could go through objects or people, he didn't need to sleep or eat. Only one thing was vital for him to stay 'alive': her. As soon as he tried to extend the distance between them, he'd be pushed toward her.

He even tried to be funny. One day, she woke up and he was looking down at her. He said:

''You drool when you sleep.'' He personally taught it was hilarious.

''Jerk.''

|| Cap off kneelin' at the back of the church, Feelin' water on your brow. With it's' heal and it hurts. ||

''Today I thought we could visit you,'' she spoke non-aggressively to him for the first time since their first meeting, two weeks ago.

''Excuse me?'' He questioned. He wasn't sure what surprised him the most: her being sort of nice, or her silly idea?

''Maybe if you get close to your physical body... whatever you are now is gonna get sucked in and vanish. For good.'' She smiled to herself. That was a genius idea. For some unknown reason, Sebastian felt incredibly confused about leaving her.

''Uhm, okay, but do you think they will grant you permission to visit me?''

She took out her mobile, and started to type something. Next thing he knew, he could hear ringtones.

''Yes, hello, Mrs Stan? Harlyn speaking. Yes, how are you? Oh, I'm good, thanks. Actually, I was wondering...''

Sebastian's jaw dropped.

Harlyn John really was full of surprise.

|| At first a sharpish pain that returns as a thought. That the needle in your skin won't bring you closer to God. ||

''Hi Mrs Stan, '' Harlyn hugged his mom as he watched, completely useless. He hated to see his mom cry, it broke his heart. And knowing that she was crying because of him – well that hurt all the more.

They were standing outside of his room, and Sebastian was feeling more than anxious about seeing himself plugged in with multiple tubes.

''Harlyn,'' his mother spoke and his attention snapped backed to his mother, ''do whatever you can to bring him back from the coma. The ... the doctors are saying that chances are he's not going to make it. And...'' Harlyn nodded, and tried to look, with subtlety, to look at Sebastian. 'It could lead to unplugging him before his organs are damaged beyond reasonable...' His mom cried all the more.

''What?'' Sebastian yelled, completely taken aback., but Harlyn yelled the exact same word at the same moment.

Of course, his mother only heard Harlyn.

''I know,'' she sobs, ''It's horrible! I can't think about my baby boy... dead... everything's he's done...gone...''

Without any other word, Sebastian went through the door to see himself laying in the hospital bed.