You did your best to explain what a coma was to the threatening clown, who genuinely seemed to have no idea. Somewhere along the line he quit looming over you in favor of pacing about by the foot of the bed. He continued to pace for a while after you had finished explaining. Since he looked a little calmer now, or at least less eager to kill you, you dared a question.

"S-so...you're his...friend or something, right? D-do you...do you know what happened to him?" You asked. If the boy never woke up, at least you could get an idea of who killed him, right?

The clown stopped pacing, and a tight smile spread over his face. "Well that's none of your business, now is it, girlie?"

"W-well.." You began to sheepishly protest. The clown's elastic arms shot out once again, hooking his large claws under your armpit, lifting you out of your wheelchair and pulling you towards him.

One of his hands stretched and wrapped around your abdomen, holding you up while he used the other hand to turn your face and make you look at the boy.

"What's your name, girlie?" The creature asked you, his claws squeezing your cheeks.

"(Y-y/n)." You answered, not making much of an attempt to disguise your terror.

"I'll tell you what is your business, (y/n)." The monstrous clown mused, with a sadistic coolness behind his playful tone, "(y/n), this is Will. Will, this is (y/n." He let go of your face and gestured to the coma boy- Will -as he 'introduced' the two of you. He squeezed you tighter, making it difficult to breathe, and turned your face so you were looking at him again. "Now then, since you're such a little smartie, I'm going to give you the job of looking after him."

You didn't think you'd want to come anywhere near this room after tonight, if you got out alive. However this clown didn't say it like he was giving you much of a choice, so you hesitantly nodded in understanding.

He looked at you for a second, then continued, "I'll give you one week to wake him up. If he's still a vegetable when I get back..." he paused and leaned in, then gave you a sharp-toothed, malicious grin, "...I'll show you my not-so-nice side."

Frankly, if this was his nice side, you didn't want to know what his 'not-so-nice' side looked like. The Clown took another moment to study you, then looked pleased with your level of terror and dropped you on the floor. "Pleasure doing business with ya~" He cackled, then vanished with a flash and a puff of smoke.

A lungful of the sickly sweet-smelling stuff made you cough as you crawled back to your wheelchair. With great effort you hauled yourself back onto it. Oh god, what were you going to do? You had one week to wake up someone who couldn't be woken up. You were dead. You were so dead. So so so so so so dead.