MARTY WOKE UP!
HE LIVES AGAIN!
Oh my god it is so great to see him up again. And he woke up in a way that's totally him.
So, Dave and I are sitting there, reading him the latest comics, and then suddenly we hear this hoarse ass voice say, "Why does that comic say August on it?"
We start freaking out and yelling for a nurse and his mom comes running in and she almost faints, and Marty's sitting there holding his hands over his ears going, "Jesus fuck guys, is that really necessary?"
And then I practically jump on him to hug him and he's like, "Okay, what the fuck? Who are you and what have you done with Mindy?"
So I let him go, punched him in the shoulder and said, "You've been in a god damn coma for almost five months you douche, I'm allowed to be fucking happy."
And he said, "Oh, so you really are Mindy."
At least his sense of humor is intact.
Once I was done Dave went over and bro-hugged him and said, "Man it is good to see you again."
Then the nurse came in and started checking him out, and his mom managed to stop crying long enough to ask when he could come home.
She said they'd like to watch him in case there are any complications, but if nothing comes up he should be okay to go home in a few days. They're also going to start him on physical therapy since he hasn't moved in months and is as weak as a newborn kitten.
But he's awake.
