Shades Of Styles

Coma Part 5

My eyes land on his and I can tell he's looking straight at me, not past me, at me. As in, he can see me. My mind races as he walks towards me. How is this possible? How is it that he can see me and no one else can?

"You," He says with a little malice behind it and I get confused. I have no idea who this man is, he's short for a man of his age, 5'8 probably. Rounded belly, probably from drinking for too many years, balding and a neat mustache across his upper lip. His attire consists of a red flannel tucked neatly into his jeans. If I had to guess an age, I'd say in his mid to late 60's. But there was no time for that, as he was standing right in front of me. "You, you can see me? How?" He asks and I stare at him wide eyed, this means-that he is also in this state of being as well. I thought I'd be alone forever. I know its had only been 2 weeks but it's hard to believe that I'm the only one in this hospital that's also in a coma.

"You're in a coma?" I ask him and he eyes me before looking down through the corridor at the people walking around but not acknowledging us.

"Are you?" he questions. I give him a nod and gesture to my room. He peers in and sees my body on the bed, more healed now than it was 2 weeks ago. Now the scrapes are healed nicely and the bruises are just yellow marks. My fractured arm has finally healed enough to get the cast removed. My face even looks healthier as well, less dead like. It seems as though I might be coming out of this soon.

"So wait...we are the only two people aware of each other?" he asks.

"I've been here for about 2 weeks now, by myself." Do I dare tell him about the fact that I can talk to Harry? It was a relief to watch him go back to his office after that first day and still see the notes of our conversation, in his desk. He was so happy to know that he wasn't going crazy and somehow I had broken some barrier in-between the two worlds. We talked until sun rise that night, I tried my best to keep what I said short so it would all make it through the barrier. Most of it did. I explained to him that it wasn't his fault and that I didn't blame him for what happened. He understood for the most part but I still believe he wont let himself off the hook. He ended up falling asleep as I tried to wrap myself around him so he knew I was there. It was then that I realized in this state, I didn't need to sleep. Which makes sense as my body was the one that needed the rest and was getting plenty of it.

"So is there nobody to talk to about this then? No one to guide us?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Not that I've seen. It's just me. And-well...now you of course."

"How is this a thing?"

"I'm not really sure on that um-?" I pause, waiting for a name.

"Roger, Roger Hill." He extends his arm out to me, so I can shake his hand and I took it in mine.

"(Y/N)." I introduced back, pulling my hand away from his.

"So, how did you end up here anyhow? You seem fairly young." He pondered. He was right, I am young. Too young in my own opinion and his-and Harry's and every other persons opinion-to be stuck in a hospital bed whilst my spirit floated around watching over people. But, life sometimes is fun like that.

"Car accident." I sighed, looking back at my body. "You?"

"Ah...heart attack. I don't even know what happened. Last night I was eating dinner with my family and then I got a sharp pain in my arm and my chest hurt. Next thing I knew, I was awake in a hospital bed-only I wasn't awake. My body wasn't at least. I've spent all morning trying to get peoples attention and you are the first. Only now I know that were not really people like this-are we?" He asks the last part, seeming like he genuinely wanted to know.

"Well, we're not connected to our bodies, no one can see us, no one can hear us...so id have to say no." I still wasn't sure if I should tell him that I did have one connection to the real world.