Somewhere between reality and fiction he watched the world with a suspicious eye. The figure of a man left in shadow. A watcher of things that seemed trivial to most. The way that woman held his gaze without seeing him. The way the noise around him think of the city that was so close. The smells that spoke of rot and sadness. So much to see in the shadows, so much that others could not see.
The nurse applied the drops to his eyes and shook her head in pity. Coma patients always made her sad.
“Do you see anything? She whispered and left the room.