“Would have never agreed to marry me after what my father said to him and so-”

John groaned softly. His head pounded like he had the worst hangover in the history of alcoholic beverages.

“John? You coming around, buddy?” That same voice called out, strained with worry.

John recognized the voice hut he couldn’t place it. He gingerly peeled open his eyelids. He took a sharp breath at the bright lights, but mostly by the gigantic blue halo surrounding a woman right in his face.

“Wha- Who are you?” John croaked out, closing his eyes.

“You might not remember me. I’m Paula. I was there when you were struck by lightning.”

John struggled to remember as an icy fog slowly melted from his brain.

“Where am I?”

“In a hospital. Of sorts. You went out cold when the medics got you… You’ve been in a coma for a week and a half, John.”

John’s eyes lifted in disbelief, “What?!”

Paula grimaced, “They told me to start talking to ya about a week ago. To see if you’d come back. The doctors will wanna know you’re awake.”