One day, I hope to see the sun again, to see the birds flying high, to see my daughter once more, for now, I'll just lie here motionless, unable to speak, or open my eyes, all I can do is listen to others, and feel their touch. Apparently I'm in a coma; at least that's what they doctors were saying. Each day my daughter comes and visits after school, she holds my hand and tells me about her day; even with the crash that put me in this state and took her mother away she still remains positive.
"Daddy, I got an A in my test," or "I've got a boyfriend."
Most fathers can't stand the thought of losing their daughter to another man, me, I'm just happy that she has someone who can help her. I mean what can I do, I'm stuck in a hospital bed. Hopefully one day I'll be woken, perhaps they will find a cure, but for now I just wait.
How long have I been lying here for? Days, weeks, what's the point in time if you can't do anything except listen to everyone else's lives go by? I got another visitor today, some men, probably the doctors. Wait I don't recognize these men. A searing pain runs through my arm as a needle penetrates my skin.
"Are you sure this is him, there's no way anybody could have survived that crash" One of the men spoke, a small hint of worry escaping his lips.
"Of course it's him, the hospital gave us his ID" you really think we would go and poison someone who isn't important." The other voice clearly belonged to the leader.
After a few short minuets of pain, the men left. I could hear my heart rate slowing down, not stopping but fading very very slowly. The nurse bids goodbye to the mysterious strangers and moves into the room to tend to an elder man who, to the women, is babbling about the men in black suits was after him again. She passes it off as his dementia and gives him some medication.
The next day, my daughter is sitting next to me with tears in her eyes, I wonder why till a nurse walks in and apologizes to her.
"I'm sorry, but his heart nearly stopped yesterday; we must take him of life support."
The men from yesterday arrive, I couldn't forget their voices, and act as my work colleagues trying to hide their wish for me dead. Now as I lay here, my life flashes before my eyes as I try and scream but not a single sound leaves my mouth. I question who those men were and what they wanted. The heart rate monitor slowly died down and I realize what fear truly is. Just as it stops, my eyes flick open and my hand reaches to stroke my daughters face.
"I love you Elizabeth!"
Then my hand falls and...Silence.
