Were You Never Give A Chance?

"WHAT?"

"I know it is hard to believe and sounds like a B-rated movie, but when you were in coma, you were in a terrible shape and very close to dying." He looked really sad at the thought, but continued. "So, when you were in the coma, you were like me, technically not a ghost, but your spirit was still flying around through walls and people."

"I was a ghost?" There was a big rock in my throat. "I was that close to dying, huh?"

It suddenly hit me, how close I'd come to being snuffed out and how grateful I was to have survived that. He instantly came closer and gripped my hands tightly. People have always talked about ghosts being cold, but his touch was incredibly warm and instantly comforting.

"But you didn't die, you see? You are here, you are alive," he soothed.

"What happened then? Did I freak out?"

"Actually, you were pretty cool about it. You enjoyed it, mostly," He smiled at a memory and I understood how he got a hundred and twelve girls to go out with him. "You told me how you were so much into your work that you didn't have time for fun and parties and being dead gave you the luxury to think outside of it."

Yes, that sounded like me.

"Anyway, we spent most of the day together and had a lot of fun. I even took you to see my body in the hospital, and confessed about my life prior to the accident and how I'd changed." He confessed.

I thought about it. "Deep down, I think, I remembered. I always thought I'd seen you somewhere and a creepy feeling of Deja-vu followed me around."

Remembering those hospital days was painful. "But how can I see you now and touch you?"

"Well, this might sound a little dramatic, but when you were given a chance to come back to life, you held my hand and took that chance. You refused to take it without me."

"Okay, that just sounds crazy."

"Look, most people on their death beds are given a chance to come back to life. It is something like a ball of life which appears in front of you and if you take it, you are back, otherwise you pass on to the next world, or stay suspended in the middle. When you had it in front of you, you held my hand and took it, which brought you back in real life and it brought me in your life." I heard the gratitude in his voice.

"Were you never given…?" I asked softly.

"I was, in the first week of my coma, but there was no one to explain it to me, and I was so scared that I stayed paralyzed, and now I am stuck here. You thought that maybe if we both took it together, it would bring both of us back. Well, you were partially right."

I smiled. "I am so glad that you have at least one person to talk to."

"I am too; you have no idea how bad the last three months were…" he sighed.