Assessment of the Coma Patient
-- length of coma
-- onset -- sudden? -- gradual?
-- history of recent head trauma
-- under medical care?
-- alcohol abuse?
-- drug abuse?
-- symptoms prior to coma state
-- medic alert tag?
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Assessment of the Coma Patient
-- length of coma
-- onset -- sudden? -- gradual?
-- history of recent head trauma
-- under medical care?
-- alcohol abuse?
-- drug abuse?
-- symptoms prior to coma state
-- medic alert tag?
Hi ! If it isn't too much trouble, can you write anoter hospital fic? With Dick still the newbie nurse and Jay as a patient in a coma whose spirit grows attracted to him and kinda follows him until he wakes up? (idk my mind is weird sometimes >.<)
This was actually really interesting to read! I’ve actually always wanted to write a weird spirit ficlet so thanks for sending this!
The strangestthings always happens to the ones that don’t pay attention. Or in other words,the ones who tend to have bad luck. Jason was probably one of them. He knew hewasn’t dead, not exactly. Seeing that he was staring down at his body, layinglifeless on a hospital bed and hooked up to tubes that trailed back to themonitors. Where it clearly showed that he was still alive and beating, thoughjust unconscious. His heart rate was steady, but he was still asleep.
The odd thing was,how the fuck was he looking at himself from up above? Up above meaning, he wasfloating around like some spirit and gawking down at himself. Jason huffed abreath and brought his hands to his face, inspecting them. He was mostdefinitely completely there, a bit transparent if he had to describe himself,but he was still very much clothed and himself.
It was eerie. Almostreminded him of those horror or sci-fi movies. Okay, well, he was probably asci-fi movie himself right now. Since he was hit by a car during traffic, nothis fault, and ended up hospitalized. He was taking a left turn on agreen when a car decided to speed up and hit him right smack on the passengerside, sent his car flying and hitting the light pole. He was aware of himselffor a few seconds, and knew he’d been bleeding, that his body ached and hurt inall places and his head was throbbing in pain. And soon, he passed out. Nextthing he knew, well, he was a fucking spirit of some sort.
Floating around inthe air like he was part of the air. Though he could move around, he figured itwas actually more fun to stay up above versus on the ground. Sighing softly, heswam down and floated right beside his body, eyes squinting in wonder. He couldsee that his head was wrapped in bandages, face all battered and bruised. Hisbody as well seemed to be in awful shape, leg in a cast and strung up and anarm in a brace as well. Fuck, the asshole had done a number onhim. How long had he been asleep anyways?
Jason wasn’t dumband knew that his body was probably in a coma considering his spirit hadsomehow detached itself as odd as that was. While he hovered about, he let hismind ponder when suddenly an idea lit up in his mind.
Maybe he could justtry putting himself back in? Maybe that would work?
Worth a tryanyways. Jason attempted to jump right back into his body, but he was blockedout, ran into a wall or more specifically his body as he was knocked away.
“What thehell?!” hecried and rubbed at his head. Who knew spirits could get injured?
As he was mopingabout, he heard the door click open and immediately ran off to hide himself,only to realize that he probably couldn’t be seen anyways. So he settledhimself back at the top of the ceiling, watching as a male nursed entered theroom.
Jason hummed aloudto himself as he narrowed his eyes at the nurse, checking him out. His body wasfucking fine, muscular and toned in all the right places. Hecould just tell he worked out seeing how those biceps fit firmly into his shirtsleeves and his chest protruding out just slightly. And not to mention he hadbeautiful dark hair, looked soft and silky. He was sure he was good-looking aswell and as if to answer his speculation, the nurse turned around to faceJason’s body, revealing his face in full view to Jason’s spirit.
As expected, he washandsome with sun-kissed skin and pretty blue eyes, a masculine and finejawline with a beautiful pointed nose. Soft yet sharp features, enough to beconsidered a 'pretty boy.’ Yeah okay, he was definitely apretty boy and Jason was kind of sad that he couldn’t exactly interact withhim. Since he was a damn ghost, er, spirit actually.
“HeyJason,” the nurse spoke and that sent a shiver down his spine. He wassurprised he could feel such emotions, couldn’t help but be attracted to thisnurse of his. How silken his voice sound, fluid and gentle. And then when hesmiled, oh fuck, it was blinding and Jason couldn’t handle itanymore. He flew right towards the male and hovered in front of him, eyesleveling down at his name tag.
“Dick,huh?“ Jasonmurmured to no one but himself.
Dick said nothing,hadn’t heard him speak and continued his check up on Jason, examining all hisvitals and running a hand through his hair, touching his forehead to check histemperature and all that other boring medical stuff. When he was finished, hehuffed a heavy sigh and placed the clipboard he’d picked up back at the end ofthe bed. "I hope you wake up soon,” he murmured, giving him one lastglance before he left the room, closing the door shut.
Jason decided tofollow him. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do.
Honestly hefelt like a bit of a stalker but well, since no one knew that he existed orcould actually see him, he didn’t feel so bad. Jason trailed behind Dick,watched closely as the man greeted everyone that passed by him, all theemployees of the hospital and even the patients. The expression on his face wasalways kind and soft, genuine.
As he turned thecorner, he bumped into a young boy and swiftly moved to catch the kid by thewaist, preventing him from falling on his butt. The kid’s eyes flickered at himand his lips tugged into a wide smirk.
“Grayson,”the boy said in a familiar tone.
“HeyKiddo!” Dick greeted excitedly and wrapped his arms around the kid,pulling him into a tight hug. “Come to visit me?”
The kid scoffed.“No, I came to visit father,” he muttered, but there was a slightpink crawling up his cheeks, and Jason suspected that he was embarrassed.
“Okay. Say hito B for me then.” Dick then gave him one last hair ruffle, which the kidtook with an immense pout, and let him go.
Dick continued onhis way and weaved through a bunch of patient rooms, checking on them and eventaking the time to chat them up a bit. Jason observed him in curiosity and forsome odd reason, found himself a bit smitten with the nurse. He was justso nice? With the way he treated others, always patient andwore a smile on his face. He was respectful and if someone got a bit out ofhand, like typical people were and whirled up a complaint, he handled itcalmly.
Though Jason didsee him retreat to the break room to cool off, huffing a breath and drinkingsome water to calm himself. So at least he had a method of de-stressing.
After he finishedvisiting his round of patients, Dick went to the bathroom and oh–Jasonshould probably stay out. He patiently waited for Dick to do his business andthen followed him back to the break room once again.
“Hey, so I’moff in about 15 minutes,” he spoke to a ginger-haired woman with rimmedglasses as she was typing away on the computer.
“Cool, be sureto sign off. See you later boy wonder,” the woman smiledteasingly and waved at hand at him as he just rolled his eyes in amusement.
Boy wonder eh?Seemed like they knew each other, quite familiar too. Jason wondered abouttheir relationship, but didn’t have time to think any further about it as hewas whisked away by Dick, floating behind him as they headed towards the lockerroom and oh–he maybe shouldn’t be in here.
But he couldn’texactly turn around and just back out of the room when he found Dick undressinghimself. Had his fingers curled around the hem of his scrubs, tugging it up andover his head and then tossed it onto the bench. And Jesus Christ,his back was damn beautiful with those fine curves along his muscles and god,he just wanted to run his fingers, following the lines that adorned his back.
Technically hecould and maybe he might just try it since it’s not like Dick would feel themand it’s not anything bad. Really, he’s just going to touchand then be done.
So he did. Jasondrifted closer towards the man until he was hovering just behind him, eyesstaring straight at his back and felt a lump caught in his throat as heswallowed. Dick was preoccupied with digging around his locker for a shirt andgod damn, the man was messy. His things were all over the place and nothingseemed to be neatly organized. Though that wasn’t a concern of his and returnedto his immediate task.
Hesitantly, Jason’sfingers hovered just mere centimeters away from Dick’s back before he drew upenough courage and pressed against it. Only to find out, well, he couldn’tactually touch or feel it and it just went right through. Figures. Hewas a damn transparent spirit after all.
Jason sigheddisappointingly and swiped his fingers through Dick once more to pull back tohis side and saw the man shudder.
“It’scold!” he exclaimed and swiftly slipped on a shirt as another shiverrippled through his body.
Oh. Did that havean effect of some sort? Maybe it felt like a wind was blowing by, similar towhat he’d seen in movies. Maybe those movies were slightly real, well at leastsome aspects. Jason was tempted to try again but restrained himself, didn’texactly want to torture the man too badly.
Dick finishedundressing, slipped off his pants and god damn, what kind of nurse was he thathe had such a defined and toned body? His legs were beautiful, lean yet thickin just the right places and okay, that ass. He’d noticed thatass earlier and it was plump and round, but firm and Jason just wanted to copea feel. Not that he could. Violation of Dick’s rights anyhow, but he couldadmire it from afar. Not to mention it was kind of cute that the man worebriefs with tiny little bats on them.
Dick put on someloose joggers and then zipped up a thick hoodie. He reached for his bag andstuffed his scrubs in there before he grabbed his keys. And then he left theroom. Jason followed him all the way down to the parking lot and watched as heclimbed in the car and drove away. He wanted to follow him home, but well, hesupposed he couldn’t exactly leave his body here so he retreated back to hisroom. Found his body lying there just as he’d seen it in the morning.
Maybe he couldattempt to sleep and hopefully his body would come through from the coma. Hewas looking a little bit scrubby now with some hairs growing on his chin andhis hair looking a bit oily for his taste. Ugh yeah, hopefully he could knockhimself out and come too.
Jason settledhimself on the nearby chair, attempting to lull himself to sleep. If spiritscould sleep.
Okay so spiritscouldn’t sleep and he’d been wide awake for days now, had just been hanging outin his hospital room or exploring other places. At least during the day hecould entertain himself with Dick, and that never got boring. He noticed thatthe man would visit his body once a day and greet him before he checked up onhim.
It was kind ofstrange because there seemed to be a bit of tenderness in his eyes every timehe looked at his comatose body, like he knew him. But Jason was sure he didn’tknow Dick from anywhere and this was the first time he’d seen him.
Well he couldn’tfind out too much from being a spirit since he couldn’t quite ask questions, sohe just passed the time by being Dick’s personal stalker. And the more time hespent around him, the more he grew fond of the nurse. He was just sosweet? Good? Nice? Jason didn’t know but there was justsomething about him that was attractive. Like the way he smiled. The way heseemed to always put his all into his job, and how he’d look forlorn when he’dfound something wrong with his patients. It was endearing.
He kind of wishedhe’d just freaking wake up soon so he could talk to the man. It’d been about aweek since he’d somehow extracted himself from his body.
Nighttime had felland Jason hovered before his body, eyes squinting and staring at his pale self.Damn, he looked gross. He was kind of tired at this point of being a freespirit. Couldn’t do much besides observe people and things while he spent hisnights restlessly. It was getting eerie and he was kind of freaking out that hemight just stay this way. He needed to get back into his body and soon.
So he tried oncemore to jump back in, but it rejected him, bounced him right out and Jasonhuffed a sigh.
Come on.
Maybe if he triedto sleep it off again the next time he’d wake up back in his own body. He hadto at least try.
There was a hand onhis forehead, soft and warm, a little bit rough around the palm, but it feltcomforting and he sighed contently as he relished in whoever’s touch it was. Hefelt the hand leave his skin briefly before fingers trailed gingerly down his cheek,a bit ticklish and he almost let out a giggle.
Who the heck?
Jason drew in abreath and slowly fluttered his eyes open. Immediate brightness struck hisvision and he hissed from the sudden intrusion of light chasing away thedarkness. It was blurry and he couldn’t quite see, had to blink a few times ashis vision slowly focused in. Eyes rolled back and he titled his head slightly,felt the hand that’d been touching him jerk away. Heard someone gasp softlybeside him as he turned to place his attention on them.
It was an angel.
“Oh,” theangel murmured, pretty blue eyes wide in astonishment. “Oh—um,” hesaid again and pinched his brows in concern.
“You’repretty,” Jason whispered, mind a little muddled from his deep and longsleep. He couldn’t really remember much and it was kind of hard piecinginformation together, but the first thing that came to mind was that whoeverwas standing in front of him was pretty and it just rolled off the tip of histongue.
“Uh,”Dick stuttered and flushed. “Thanks?"
For some oddreason, something was drawing him to the man and he couldn’t but be attracted,felt like he knew him when he really didn’t. This was definitely the first timethey’ve met, but there was just something about him that he kind of liked and itwasn’t just his pretty face.
"We should um—weshould call the doctors,” the nurse, whose name was Dick as Jason had readhis name tag, said.
“Wait.I,” Jason said and damn his voice was groggy, sounded like he hadn’t spokefor days. “I—Who are you?”
“I’m yournurse, Dick,” he explained and smiled gently. “You were in anaccident and ended up in a coma. It’s been a few weeks now.” And then hesighed gently, eyes a bit glassy as he gazed down at Jason, seemed a bitrelieved at the fact that Jason had woken up. “I’m glad you’re fine.”
Jason blinked,confused at the statement, but there was just something about his expressionthat read a little deeper than a simple nurse taking care of a comatosepatient.
“Do I knowyou?” Jason questioned. Maybe they did know each other and he wasforgetting from his coma times.
Dick chuckled alittle. “No.” Oh, well that’s strange.
“But—”Jason started and Dick hushed him.
“I knowyou, but you don’t know me,” he said and brushed a strand of hair back outof Jason’s eyes, thank god because it was annoying but he couldn’t feel anyenergy in his arms to do it himself. “We um–we met briefly at a coffeeshop. You accidentally took my order and then got me a new one. It was onlybrief, but I just–I don’t know. I remembered you when they brought youin,” Dick explained, nibbled on his lips in anxiousness
“Oh,”Jason said and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to recall that memory. It wasslowly coming to him, and there it was. He did remember doing that,accidentally took someone’s drink, drank it, and then got called out by Dick.Initially thought ‘what a douche’ only to realize he was the real douche. So hetreated him to a coffee and they talked briefly. He was left with theimpression that Dick was handsome, but didn’t think too much of it since he wasin a bit of a hurry. So that was all lost and forgotten.
Until now that Dickhad rejuvenated his memories.
“I kind ofremember now,” Jason said and wow, that smile, so brightand genuine, was memorizing.
“I’mglad,” Dick said gleefully, lips curved in a pretty smile.
Jason hummedsoftly, also glad that he was able to meet Dick again because fucking, he wassmitten for sure.
“I’m going tocall the doctor,” Dick said and reached over his head to push a button onthe headboard of the bed. “In the meantime, let me check yourvitals.”
He could checkwhatever he wanted and Jason wouldn’t mind, but maybe he’ll reserve that tohimself. “Sure.”
“And…”Dick whispered ever so softly, the color on his cheeks deepening a shade.“We can get coffee after you’re discharged. Um, together. Whenyou’re better of course.”
Jason quite likedthe sound of that and smiled. “Sounds good.”
Now he just had to get himself out soon enough to take Dickout on that first date.
hey man. crazy to hear from you after all these years. you were in a coma? that's nuts bro, welcome back
so uh... this is an awkward time to ask, but can you like change your phone number or something? since you were in a coma, i've just been texting all the boiled crab recipes i find online to your phone and using it as bookmarks, and it'd really fuck up my flow if you started texting me regularly again.
I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again! Godot drinks 17 cups of coffee because he’s hypnophobic
Oh! OH! THIS IS THE HOTTEST TAKE! Thank you @yugirl! I definitely agree!
Hypnophobia is not an uncommon fear amongst victims of trauma, mainly who experience night terrors, insomnia, or PTSD attacks in their sleep.
And well let's be real here: Diego Armando is a defense lawyer. He has seen his fair share of psychologically damaging stuff. It's known he's always liked coffee, but when asked why he drinks as much coffee he does he provides a roundabout answer that dodges the question. If it's for hypnophobia, then it would be very likely that he does so to avoid falling asleep.
More importantly, it is ALSO very common of coma patients to want to avoid sleep out of fear of falling back into their coma. Consider the circumstances with Godot, it is not unlikely! Thank you again for sending this!! 😃💖
Exclusive: Fiancé of woman in vegetative state told that while medical treatment she was receiving was 'unlikely' to be available in India, this did not entitle her to remain in the UK
The Home Office has been accused of being “cruel and insensitive” after a woman was threatened with deportation despite being in a coma in hospital. Bhavani Espathi, 31, who was in a vegetative state for a week and a half after undergoing a major operation, received a letter stating that her application for leave to remain had been refused and that she was liable to be forcibly removed. The Indian national’s fiance, Martin Mangler, 33, appealed against the decision while she was still unconscious, providing medical letters from her doctors stating that her life would be at risk if she were to travel. But the Home Office said that while the medical treatment she was receiving was “unlikely” to be available to the same standard in India, this did not entitle her to remain in the UK – and that she could receive “palliative care” in her home country if the appropriate treatment wasn’t available there. Lawyers and politicians said the case demonstrated how UK immigration rules were permitting the government to “send people to their death abroad” as part of the hostile environment.
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It's been 3.5 years and I'm still trying to figure out the difference between my coma dreams, reality, and false memories that my brain created to protect itself from the amnesia I woke up with.