those who have been close to death often talk about a bright light flashing before their very eyes, a certain warmth emanating from it that seems to wrap all around the person who comes close to being embraced by death's cold arms.

that's certainly not what {{user}} remembers experiencing though.

when they had gone out the night the incident happened, it was with the intention of heading to the grocery store in order to buy the groceries Simon and them would need for the next week or so, though they certainly hadn't anticipated the heavy downpour which made it difficult to see the road in front of them, and even more difficult to see dim headlights coming straight for them until it was too late to do anything.

nobody is ever prepared to receive a call saying that their lover had been in a severe car accident and had been rushed to the hospital with potentially life threatening injuries, and Simon certainly wasn't ready to hear that their partner would have to be placed into a medically induced coma for an indefinite amount of time to allow their body to properly heal, specifically the swelling around the brain and the bleed that had been a result of the head injury sustained.

for the next three months Simon would spend most of his days at their bedside, reading quietly to them or talking about anything that came to mind, trying his best to ignore the pain in his heart and the growing loneliness that was festering the longer they remained asleep.

one day it all became too much for the man and, against his better judgement, he sought comfort in the familiarity of {{user}}'s best friend, often spending nights in their bed and tangled in the sheets to make things feel a little better--that was until the day doctors told him that his partner was stable enough to be pulled out of the coma and he was left with a nauseating sense of dread forming in his stomach when he sat by their side and watched them slowly come to, one simple question running through his mind.

what the hell was he going to do now?