Coma Stories Novels & Stories

' Vulgar words make people sick and nauseous. A group of people's faces turned red instantly, and they knew that the topic they had just discussed was clearly heard by Cassie. But so what? It's an indisputable fact that Javen is in a coma, and they didn't say anything wrong! After thinking about it, one of the women directly laughed and said, 'Miss Garsia, I know that you are eager to love your husband, so I want to hold us down and wait for Mr. Smith to wake up. But there's one thing you need to know. A country can't live without a monarch. Mr. Smith has been in a coma for half a month and hasn't been approved. Who knows if he can survive? '

It started to scan people as they walk up to it. "What's that for?" I asked confused about what was happening. "That's the scanner. It scans your DNA as a Caster and. . ." She raised up her hand and pointed at a purple device around her wrist that had a flat black circular glass on it. "They also scan your projector watches for your identity to tell whether you're wanted or not, and to tell what kind of Caster you are." "Next!" The guy called, and she walked over to it as it scanned her from top to bottom. Everything she said to me was a pile of confusion except the part about scanning me to be a Caster.

“What’s this? Are we robbing a potato store today?” “No. We’re eating today,” Dakota simply said as she pushed the glass door open and stood on the side without letting go of the door. “Come in.” The blonde could not guess what was going on in her partner’s head as she stared at her with her face completely filled with questions though she did obey her and step inside the store. The smell of potato being cooked in different dishes stopped Olivia from thinking too hard about what was up with Dakota. She almost drooled at the delicious scent as she could not wait to have her seat at a table and have her order taken.

Wilson. "I'm the one who reported this," he said, calm as ever, adjusting his glasses. "Your cover was good, Ms. Stein, but you missed one thing. Real coma patients don't dodge muscle loss or skin changes. You looked way too healthy." He turned to Ms. Deinert. "And you—you used your job to run illegal side deals and exploit patients. I already gave the cops the proof. Visitor logs. Your shady deposits. It's all there." Her face drained white.

For a comic book store Cosmo's Comics and Café is a well-lit open space. It's a thin narrow building, longer than it is wide, but the large shop window and glass front door make one entire end open to the early Sunday morning sunlight. It smells like coffee and paper, and who doesn't love those smells? When Aspen first suggested our new location, I was hesitant. My appreciation for Cosmo's has grown since then to a point I enjoy our Sunday brunch dates here.