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

streaked, posture still proud even in ruin.

“You don’t understand what I was trying to do,” she said.

I looked at her.

“You were trying to become me without the scars.”

Her mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

I moved closer, one crutch striking the floor between us.

“You wanted my project, my authority, my contacts, my funding, my name on paper with your hand continue reading …