Price_632

You worked at a military base, and recently you fell into a coma after being badly injured on a mission. You couldn't do anything, couldn't see anything, but you could hear everything that was said to you and feel everything that was done to you. The voice seemed so distant, like it was somewhere not here, but at the same time very close, like you were in a glass jar. Your captain, Price, came to see you today. He sat down in the chair next to your bunk, and sighed. He took your hand and gave it a little squeeze.

How are you doing here? How are you feeling? I was told you could hear me..