My brother is in a coma following a skateboarding accident, but he keeps signing and whispering things to me

My brother is awake now. It was raining in the US on March 2nd 2023, so he’s safe.<br><br>—<br><br>I was in the bathroom when I heard it, almost like a thud-smack sound, my brother had fallen and hit the concrete in front of it. He groaned, and I could hear him wheezing. I finished my piss, flushed and immediately ran out to check on him.<br><br>He was bleeding from almost everywhere, face, arms, body, and legs. I tried to talk to him, but he couldn’t answer and started to moan and groan like some kind of animal. He was in agony. I ran to the nearest house to ask if I can call 911, they buzzed me in as he helped me hold onto my brother and keep him in as much comfort as possible.<br><br>The ambulance soon arrived. He was in critical condition, so they took him to the nearest hospital. My parents were out of town at the time, so the elderly neighbor that helped me call the ambulance waited with me for a few more hours until they returned home. They were worried sick and left immediately when they found out.<br><br>The hospital staff told us my brother was in a coma, and it could be weeks, months, or possibly even years until he wakes up. A part of me still holds out hope he will be ok. The doctors couldn’t give me any information other than that, as I was still underage. They made a request to my parents to transfer him to a different hospital, a local one, where they would be able to provide him with more care, they agreed and my brother was taken care of.<br><br>I visited my brother in the hospital almost every day for the next 26 days. I talked to him, sang to him, watched movies with him, read to him. I did everything, and eventually, I started talking to him more than my parents. I was just glad he was ok, I guess. Well, as ok as he could be. <br><br>I would always sit with him after school, I’d sit in the hospital bed, and start talking. It would range from my day, to what I planned to do that night, or even what my plans were for college. I guess it felt like I was talking to him like he was my best friend, even though he wasn’t there. It was like I was talking to a brick wall, and the brick wall was staring back at me with empty eyes.<br><br>It was around 28 days when I first noticed it. I was sitting in bed with him, holding his hand, when I noticed his fingers were moving. I froze as he squeezed my hand. He squeezed my hand so tight it hurt. It was so tight that I had to pull his hand away. When I did, he gave me this evil glare, and mouthed some words. <br><br>The first thing he said to me was “I am starving.” He whispered it in my ear. I jumped back, and he just kept glaring at me, his eyes weren’t empty anymore, they were full of something, but I couldn’t tell what.<br><br>That night, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking of what he said. It felt so… off. I decided to ask my parents, but they just told me “stop being paranoid, he’s in a coma for fucks sake,” and that was it.<br><br>I decided to go to the hospital that night, I couldn’t sleep, and the night was calm so I walked alone. I brought a Subway with me, and started eating it when I got there. My brother had started to sign something, and when I asked him what, he just kept signing, and eventually, pulled the sandwich out of my hand. I yelped because his grabs were so tight, but he just started eating it with his hands. It was so weird. <br><br>I started doing this every night. He would ask me for different things every night, always with this empty stare on his face. It felt off, but I was just glad he was somewhat awake. He always asked me for food, until one night he didn’t.<br><br>One night he asked me why I was eating. He said I had already eaten, and my time was up. I was confused but he just kept pining at my sandwich, then he pulled my finger away and leaned in to bite it. I yelped again, and he looked at me with the same stare. I asked him again why he was doing this, and he told me that I was preparing for him.<br><br>I was so confused, I didn’t know what to do. He started tugging me, pulling me towards the elevator. He put his finger to his lips to signal silence, and he continued to pull me down. We both took the elevator down to the basement, and it opened up to a tunnel. The tunnel was filled with nurses, doctors, janitors, even security guards. They were all looking at me, and by the time the elevator shut, my brother had disappeared.<br><br>I ran down the tunnel, and I eventually went back up to the elevator. When I returned, the hospital staff told me my brother was dead, they were sorry, and he couldn’t be saved. I ran home in tears, and I felt like everything I had fought for was ruined. It felt like I had lost a part of me. <br><br>I started crying again when I got home, but my parents told me to deal with it. I went to the kitchen to grab a snack and almost started to cry again when I saw the Subway wrapper from the night before. I almost felt like I was going to throw up. I started to feel a sense of dread when I started eating again, but I just brushed it off as nausea. I thought the worst was behind me, until I went to sleep.<br><br>The next night I dreamt of my brother. He was standing in my bed, staring at me, and grabbing my arm tight as he leaned in to bite it. I woke up screaming, but it felt so real. It felt so real, because it was. I could tell when I looked around my room frantically, I noticed my brother in the corner of my room eating something. <br><br>It was my neighbors’ cat. Mr. Johnson had left it with me a few days ago when he went on a trip, and he had warned me the cat had a tendency to run away. I guess it did. I looked over at the cat and screamed. My parents came in, they saw my brother, but they just looked at him coldly.<br><br>I asked them what was going on, and they told me that I had prepared for this moment for a long time. My brother is finally back, and it’s time to put him first. They looked at me coldly and told me they were sorry as my brother sank his teeth into my arm. I screamed. <br><br>When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I looked next to me and my brother was sitting, smiling as I looked at him. He started signing and mouthing the words “I am home.”<br><br>When the doctor came, I asked him what happened. He told me I was hit by a car. I asked him what happened to my brother, and told me he was still in a coma.<br><br>I asked my parents what happened to my brother again when I saw them. They just laughed at me and told me I was delusional.<br><br>But I know what the truth is. My brother is back, and I’m an empty brick wall now.