My body began to stir, piece by piece, my brain was throwing back on all the switches, though it was my ears that came on first, and this is what I heard: “…ook I’m sorry, but we can’t keep him on life support for ever ma’am, I’m sorry but if we don’t see any recovery in the next 48 hours, we have to switch it off and accept he died. I’m sorry, truly I am.” Said someone to my left. “What he has only been in for 2 days, and your already counting him out!?” someone shouted.
“No sir, your son has a chance to survive without it, however slim, and we are in desperate need of his machine for those who cant.” Said another. This was bullshit! No one was switching me off, I tried to say ‘What yo sayin fool’, you know to try and make the whole ‘returning from the dead’ thing abit more funny, but nothing happened. So I tried to throw my arms about, but nothing happened, I was starting to panic, then I thought that that might be a good idea, make my heart rate increase might be secret doctor code for ‘I’m alive, don’t kill me!’.

Of course then I wasn’t able to panic properly knowing that panicking was my plan, its like trying to tickle yourself. Endless ‘fun’. “Son, if you can hear me, then I just want to know…just how cliché this is.” Said my dad seriously
“Look please just make it son, me and your mum love you, Louise and Dan have been waiting with us for two days, Louise doesn’t leave your side unless she has to, Dan has kept checking in and doing a lot of pacing.”
I knew they didn’t think I could hear them, but I loved them for talking to me, and I was touched that Louise and Dan weren’t ditching me, they were by my side. I also noticed they didn’t mention Emily, was she here, did something happen to HER too?
But there was something about her, a reason for not liking her, but…was it…did she…nah can’t be…she was not a transvestite was she? Ah fuck it I thought, it’s not going to matter much for the moment anyway.

I felt myself getting tired, as if id just spent hours writing a part 3.5 to a story in the early hours because I’d forgotten to save it. A strange unique type of tired.

It was then I heard a voice from the direction I hoped to be the door. “Is it okay if I sit with him sir?” said the voice. It had to be Louise, a voice as soft as a lute. “yeah sure, I need to go find his mother anyway. Talk to him, he might need the company.” My dad said as he left. “Hey Ralph babe, can you hear me?” said Louise with a hint of concern but also hope, as if part of her knew I could. “You know you making me miss college for you don’t you?” she said jokingly she then sighed to herself and mumbled something. “just a shame Emily was too busy fucking her boyfriend to come down and see you hey?” She said coughing with emotion, I wanted to reach out and hold her, to tell her that I was fine and that I was there to help her, which let’s be honest; is what everyone wanted. “DAMN IT RALPH, WAKE UP PLEASE COME ON WAKE UP, WAKE UP, wake up….wake up” she yelled into my shoulder whilst lightly hitting my leg rapidly, I could feel her tears wetting my skins.