Send me "Wake up!" to hear what my muse would say to yours while your muse is in a coma.
The hospital staff wouldn't let Grace stay with him for very long when he was first hospitalized, but that didn't stop the angel from sneaking in after hours.
She sat in the bed with her comatose companion, crosslegged while she watched his face, just hoping that she could find some sign that he would wake up from this. Try as she might, she couldn't heal him, and she couldn't figure out why.
"C'mon Dean... You gotta wake up.... Please, wake up..." Grace mumbled, fingers tracing nervously along the edges of his hospital gown. "Sam's been going crazy trying to figure out what happened, and I'm kinda on watch duty until you wake up..."
Until, not if. He would wake up from this. He had to.
"Though I swear, if you don't wake up from this because you're being a stubborn little ass again, I swear I'll raise you from the dead and kill you myself."