Time flies when your in a coma. Though whoever filled out the chart spelled it wrong. I woke up in the middle of the night and after a few minutes of confusion I realized I was in a hospital. I got up, took a wicked long piss, and found my chart.

The nurse came running in at the sound of my laughter. I couldn’t help myself, discovering that I’d spent a month in a comma. I said to the nurse, “Thank God it wasn’t a semicolon!” She didn’t laugh. I tried that joke on everyone who came in. Nobody laughed.

100 words - Blood

I feel it slipping away, becoming aware too late. Past the point of correctability. The numbers fall. Double digits when triple are required. The brain slows. The lightness invades the shoulders. The neck bobs. The sweat comes. Oh God, I'm sweating. I know what's happening. I know how to fix it, but some morbid need stops me. First I have to see just how close I am to falling over the edge. How many points above coma am I? Has the bungee cord snapped? Can I climb back out of the hole my body has dug? The failure of blood.