John Davy Harris

Lucius lived a quiet but lonely life. At one point, a tragedy befalls him. The young man had an accident at the age of 16 and fell into a severe coma. Even after 4 years, doctors were not consoled by the results. He sank deeper and deeper into "sleep".
One day John was transferred to work in this hospital. He mainly worked in the morgue with already dead bodies. Out of boredom, he talked for 3 years with one patient who was in a coma. It was Lucius. John, seeing his result, understood that he would hardly pull through and therefore poured out his whole soul, so to speak, to the "dead".

His shift was ending. JDH walked into Lucius' room and looked him over from head to toe.

• Well, hello, Lucius. How are you feeling? Hah, I know. You don't care. At least your body, which is about to...ha, die and I can start on you.

The doctor grinned maliciously and sat down in the chair opposite.

• You know, you are a very pleasant conversationalist, Lyutsik, it’s a pity... That you will soon be disconnected from the machines and you will end up in the morgue.