"Hey love, it's time to wake up," he whispered softly in my ears.

I had been stuck on this bed for almost two years. Being in a coma does have its pros and cons though. I have been listening to my family talk, they talk as if I ain't here at all. They tend to forget that although all my voluntary actions had stopped, my brain and ears were fully functional.

It hurt though, them getting heartbroken every day but yet returning back the next with the hope of me waking up. I never did.

Over time the pain changed to anger. Their money was getting wasted on me. They were angry that the oldest son of the family was nothing but a vegetable and money-eating machine. They had to spend their time here, keeping watch instead of continuing their normal jobs. And now it was my turn to be heartbroken.

I prayed every day for me to just die so that my family did not have to worry about the hospital bills anymore. I had no strength left to wake up again and face the world. The suicide I had attempted wasn't successful, and now instead I was locked from both sides, stranded in middle, neither death nor life.

The stranger coming and whispering in my ears was not helping. My body did not feel mine to move, as if I was in some subspace, listening to everything from far away.

The stranger whispered again, "I know you can hear me. If you don't wake up, I'll have to take you myself."

I wanted to snap at the stranger. He was asking me something that was not scientifically or logically possible. But later I realised there was nothing scientific or logical about the stranger.

"Okay then, I'm taking you. But first I have a gift for you." I heard the snapping of a switchblade opening, the stranger hissed a little. Soon enough I felt liquid flowing into my mouth, it felt so long since I had anything in my mouth. The feeling was foreign, but it made me realise how desperately hungry I was. I wanted to move ahead and suck the metallic tasting liquid, till my thirst was quenched, but I couldn't move.

He held my mouth at a weird angle, turned my body so that the liquid would go down. I felt a pit of fire light up in my stomach, like alcohol set on fire. I felt a jolt travel through my body as if I was electrocuted.

The next moment I was thrown onto the stranger's back, my hands instinctively clenched to his shirt, my eyes wide open to see the small of his back revealed under his white shirt. I closed my eyes back again, due to the sudden light and the strain caused by it. That is when I realised I had seen the world after two years, my hands were moving, although they weren't useful at the moment.

The next moment the stranger was jumping off the window, with me on his shoulder, off into the dark night. The wind hugging my body, and I let myself lose. I would never be the same again. The only last thought I had was, 'what my family would think when they come back to an empty room?'

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(A/n: I don't actually know how coma works, but it's just a work of fiction so...)