Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any affiliated franchise.
Warnings: slightly depressing (and I use the term slightly loosely), possible upcoming character death, possible future violence and blood along with language.
Every book says a person in a coma looks like they're just sleeping, that any moment they could jump out of bed and inquire about the weather, or what was for lunch as if nothing had been different.
They're all wrong. You sit there, waiting, staring at the figure almost as stark white as the sheets, thinking about what you'll say when their eyes open again. You ignore the feeling that they'll never open at all.
You count the time between the small blips that mark a heart still beating and a person not yet beyond saving. Sometimes you close your eyes to avoid seeing the machines you know are the only reason there's not one less coffin available. But sometimes you have to open them just to be sure it's all real. That doesn't mean you don't wish it wasn't.
You sit there, waiting for any change. You ignore the many nurses and doctors that come and go. You live in fear that one of them is going to tell you it's hopeless, the figure you've kept a vigilance over I'd beyond saving. You already know what your answer will be when - no, if, it's if - they tell you to pull the plug: "Go burn in hell." Because as long as there's still a chance, you will wait, watching, until the end of time. Anyone who thinks differently can go to hell, because you're not going anywhere.
A/N: I know it's short and in second person but I'm sick, tired, and - in case you couldn't tell - depressed. Any inputs are welcome, though I prefer any ideas through PM so I can work with the person on developing them. Any guess on who's in a coma and who's thinking? The rest of the story won't be in second person, but in third, if second bugs you.