He yawned and stretched culminating in a shudder.
The nurse dashed in flushed and grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s take your vitals, Peter.”
Peter was a bit confused, looking around him wondering what the fuss was and where he was.
A sharp pain surged through his arm,
“not to worry just checking on you that’s all,” the nurse smiled sheepishly.
Peter opened his mouth to speak, the stench of his breath shocked him and he closed his mouth again.
Mum walked in shouting “Praise Jesus! Jehovah Rapha praise your name! Your will is done you have brought him back to us. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!”
“Back? Back from where?” He thought to himself.
Just as the nurse tried to stop the team of women singing and surging through the door she was pushed aside with her blood sample. The women surrounded his bed singing Swahili gospel.
Peter was confused; ashamed to speak, his breath was ripe. He was still trying to figure out what was going on. He felt someone touch his big toe, his face looked familiar.
“It’s Josh your kid brother; I was 5 when you went into a comma, welcome back to the land of the living bro.”
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