My Sister Signed Papers Before I Was Dead

you can hear me.”

I blinked.

He looked like he might cry, which scared me more than the tube.

Doctors came in. A neurologist with coffee breath. A resident who dropped a pen and kicked it under the bed. Someone said my name seven times. Someone asked me the year. I blinked wrong because I thought it was still March.

They extubated me the next morning.

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