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”

Arthur drove.

Walter sat in the back with Pickles in her carrier.

Pickles screamed at every red light as though traffic laws were a personal attack.

Walter leaned forward between the seats.

“Do your ribs hurt?”

“A little.”

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“No.”