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I felt numb. Just sitting in the waiting room, my head down as I was bent over, looking into the cup of coffee in my hands. This all had to be a bad dream; I'd wake back up in my bed and all would be alright.

Pinching my arm didn't do a damn thing.

With a dread filled gulp, my mind lingered on what the doctor had said.

He wasn't going to wake up. My little brother was in a coma.

The crash had done a number on him and they'd had to put him in a medically induced coma. A coma they said he'd be lucky to walk after if he woke up.

I could feel tears starting to well up and I just stared down at my feet as they started to fall.

Goddamnit, I promised Mom. I promised Mom I'd keep David safe and now I couldn't uphold her last wish because he went and got into a fucking crash! And now he's probably going to jo- No, don't think that, don't bloody ever think that! He's not dead damn it!

“Mind if I sit next to you?”

Taking myself away from my mental chastising to look up and it took all my effort not to laugh. Standing before me was a silver haired man clad in what was probably the ugliest suit I had ever seen. Some weird amalgamation of yellow and lime green that looked like someone had utterly turned up the saturation to a hundred and ten percent. I'm sure he'd make my eyes bleed if I stared at him too long.

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