Unknown Payne
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Last published Fri, May 16, 2014
"How long has he been in the coma for?" A women's voice asks. My eyes are closed but I can still hear them. "Three months, and I don't know why we are keeping him here for so long. I mean we don't know how long he will be in the coma for" another ladies voice arrogantly says. "Well we are a hospital so we have to provide care" the other voice points out. "Ya I know but it's weird, it's been three months and no one, I mean no one, has shown up to claim that they are a relative or friend" she says. "So no visitors at all?" The women asks with curiosity even though the lady just claimed that. "Nope, and we even did some news broadcasts and signs on it" she laughs at little at the end. "Found, random man at hospital" the other one laughs along. Random guy? Are they talking about me, wait, who am I?
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