UNKNOWN PERSON'S POINT VIEW
The CEO's son laid unmoving on the single bed in a corner of my apartment's basement. He looked dead except for the oxygen mask fixed over his nose and his hairy chest rising and falling. The life support machine continued bleeping, displaying waves and figures that informed me his vitals were fairly fine.
No one knew what to expect.
According to the doctor, three things could happen.
He could wake.
He could die
He could remain a vegetable.
Nothing was guaranteed.
His situation was risky. But the doctor emphasized the first option.
He said although waking up in JP's case was rare and almost impossible, there was still that slim chance. Personally, I wanted him to take the chance, to not die.
Ever after I smuggled his body here, I have visited him dail
