AND IF I HURT YOU, THEN I'M SORRY. Dead, or so I thought, I lay there, listening hard to everything they whispered. "...fell into the coma immediatly after..." parts were cut off. "...viewing her now disfigured face in the mirror..." I heard unusual noises coming from the left side of me. I concluded it was the removal of the hideous mirror. Or what made the mirror hideous. A coma was summed up in a version of falling in and out of sleep with your eyes closed. From the statements overheard, I realized my vision grew hazy from the formation of my new and unimproved face. Though you wouldn't know it, laying there not moving, unexpressionless, eyes closed, I was scared shitless.