[ WP ] After you jokingly tell your friend he 's been dead for 20 years , he goes into a coma for no apparent reason the next morning . What happens next ?

`` Really Dom? You have *never* heard of Clientele?'' 
 
 `` No, never, is it good?'' 
 
 `` Good? Dude, have you been dead for the past 20 years? It was, and still is the best television show to date, when you go home, you need to watch it, at least the first episode. You'll love it'' 
 
 `` Alright Jeff, jeez you got a real turn on for this show, I'm actually kinda tired now, and got a bit of a walk home still, you want this before I go?'' Dom asked, holding up his last beer. 
 
 `` Yeah'' I happily obliged. Dom passed me the beverage and I placed it in my fridge. `` Hey! Do n't forget poker tonight or I'm coming over and dragging you here!'' I shouted at him before he left 
 
 `` I'll be there! I'll be there, I'll see you tomorrow!'' Dom shouted, followed by the sound of the door closing. I set up my Netflix and put on an episode of Clientele before falling asleep halfway through. 
 
 *brrrrr* 
 
 *brrrr* 
 
 I groggily lift my head up and read the text from Max I got `` Get to Listor Hospital. Now'' 
 
 I put on my glasses and read it `` Listor, what the hell? That's like 30 minutes away, and why the hospital?'' 
 
 I put on my pants and text Max back about what is going on, but I never got a response the entire ride there. I finally get there and run into the waiting room, still not exactly sure who I'm looking for in the first place. `` Hi, my friend Max-'' I started, but saw him. `` Jeff!'' he shouted, come quick! I did n't know what the big issue was, but I followed him running down corridors, when we finally get to our destination. 
 
 It's Dom. `` Fuck'' I said. He was hooked up to pretty much every machine in the room, save for the tv. 
 
 The doctor walked in `` What the fuck is wrong with Dom?!'' I shouted at him. `` Unfortunately, we are n't sure. He was brought here in the coma.'' The doctor said, looking at his clipboard. `` It's still very early, but the chances of your friend pulling through are n't the best, but we're certainly trying to the best of our ability.'' 
 
 `` Well you better fucking try harder, that guy right there saved my ass more times than I can count, and now it's my turn. You try everything you can.'' I said to him. Dom and I grew up together. There was no fucking way I was going to let him die. Not today, not now. He does n't deserve it. He always gave, he was always there for me, and the one time I have to be there for him, I ca n't even fucking do anything except watch a machine breathe *for* him. 
 
 I drove back home, completely silent. Not entirely sure how to react. When I got back home, I realized it was n't the same. Even if it's just Dom it felt like a full party. I walked to the fridge, and saw it there. Dom's last beer. I left it there. 
 
 Over time, I continued to visit Dom in the hopes that he'd wake up one day, but no such one has come yet. The doctors know me by name at this point, receptionists, janitorial staff. Where Dom goes, I go. I wish I could do more, the doctors are in control, but it's the least I can do for him. I'll always make it out once a day to visit him. 
 
 Dom's folks are getting ready to let him pass soon. I'm not sure when yet, it's not my decision but I over heard them talking about it. 
 
 But, if he wakes up before then, he's got poker night, a beer, Netflix, and a friend waiting for him. Miss ya buddy. 
 

