I Was In A Coma. My Sister Tried To Take Control Of My Medical Decisions

a folded hospital visitor log and handed it to the court officer.

“I went anyway. There was no such restriction. I signed in. I sat with Rebecca. She squeezed my hand.”

My chest tightened.

I remembered a hand in the dark.

Warm. Shaking. Someone whispering, “Becca, if you can hear me, fight.”

I had thought it was Daniel.

It had been Dad.

He kept speaking.

“I continue reading …