I'm in a coma.
After a car accident.
Someone next to me, talks all the time.
He's a meter away, so sometimes the nurses wheel our beds closer. His names Harry.
And he's saving my life.
I don't remember how long I've been locked in here. A week? A month? Two maybe? All I know is that he will come rescue me. He always does. First because he loves me and can't live too long without me and second because it's kind of his fault if I ended up in jail. Once again.