My Husband Was In A Coma For Six Years—Then I Noticed Something Was Changing

cigarette, crushed it out, and went back inside. I watched through the bedroom window as he undressed, reconnected the monitors in the same practiced sequence, and lay back down. Within minutes, the bed looked exactly as it had before—white sheets, motionless figure, the soft hum of machines doing their impersonation of medical necessity.

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