My previous girlfriend died during sex and I just found out that it's not the strange part.

Hello, I'm here to talk about the whole thing that happened a few years ago. I'm 36 now and it was a lifetime ago, but it's something that I've never forgotten and not something that I ever could forget, to be frank.<br><br>Back in college, I dated a girl named Lisa. We were together for two years, and I planned on proposing to her after I graduated. However, one night, during our usual **ahem** activities, she had a stroke. It was honestly a terrible night, because for the first few minutes, before she actually lost consciousness, she was screaming in what I thought was pain, only for me to find out that she had been having a stroke. The whole thing was extremely messy, especially when she actually died.<br><br>However, it turns out that she hadn't actually died that night. She ended up in a deep coma from her stroke, and was surviving on a ventilator. I only found out about all this years later, and was honestly shocked.<br><br>I ended up visiting her at the hospital, and talked to her, despite knowing that she couldn't hear me. The two of us had been planning on spending our lives together, and I was almost married to her. Finding out that she was alive was honestly something that I never thought would happen. However, I was also honestly creeped out about the whole situation. I never thought that I would see her again, and all of a sudden she's back in my life, albeit as a vegetable in a hospital bed. I ended up visiting her every day at the end of last month, and it was honestly a very strange feeling, reconnecting with her like that.<br><br>A strange thing that I noticed, if you can call it that, was that they put her in the same room that she died in. I would imagine that it would be traumatic on some level to be placed in the same room that someone died in, but I guess if she can't hear me, it doesn't matter, right?<br><br>Well, that changes yesterday, when I could swear that I heard her say something to me. I was talking like I always did, first about my job, then about my family, and she said "Hello, that's nice". I stopped immediately and asked her "Lisa? Is that you?"<br><br>She didn't respond, and I honestly thought that I had imagined it, until I heard her laugh. It was a small, breathy laugh that told me that while she was alive, she was still in pain.<br><br>I asked her "How are you feeling, Lisa?"<br><br>"Hurting." was her response, and I could hear the pain in her voice.<br><br>"Are they not giving you any medicine?" I asked her.<br><br>"No. I guess they think that I can't hear them."<br><br>I'm not sure why, but I believed her. I don't know, I think that it was probably just my heart telling me that she was telling the truth, but I remember being convinced that she was right. So I ended up doing something that I can only call reckless. I took her off her ventilator and oxygen tank, and wheeled her out of the hospital. It's not like they would notice, right? They probably thought that she was dead too, after all.<br><br>We ended up back at my apartment, where I ended up doing something even dumber. I took her to my bed and we had sex. I know, I know, I'm a terrible person, she was most likely in a great deal of pain, and I was just doing it out of sympathy, but I couldn't help myself. The two of us hadn't been together in years, and I never thought that we would be again. So I just went through with it.<br><br>Like I expected, Lisa was in a great deal of pain, to the point that she was crying. I stopped multiple times to ask if she wanted me to stop, but she always said no. I'm not sure whether it was the sex itself that hurt or just moving around, but it didn't matter to me. I had to go through with it, partly because she was in pain and I couldn't leave her like that, but also because I had to have her one more time.<br><br>When we were done, she was crying and in a lot of pain. She kept telling me that she needed to go back to the hospital, and after scrounging up some painkillers and giving them to her, I ended up putting her back in her wheelchair and taking her back to the hospital. I ended up putting her back in her bed, and she fell asleep almost immediately.<br><br>The whole thing was honestly too strange of an experience for me to put into words, and I'm not really sure what to say about it. I know that I probably did the wrong thing, but it's not like I'm going to admit this to anyone in real life. I doubt I ever will.