I Woke After 11 Days and Found My 9-Year-Old Grandson Asleep Beside My Hospital Bed—Then He Whispered, “Pretend You’re Still in a Coma”

“You get the bed.

I take my room.”

Walter asked:

“Where does Pickles sleep?”

Arthur said:

“Apparently wherever she wants.”

Correct.

For the first time since my accident, Walter slept somewhere he did not fear.