Sidney said. “If people want a picture of Coma Girl, let’s give them a good picture. I brought my makeup kit and a head scarf to cover up that hideous bandage. Then we’ll have something to push out into your social media streams. I ran this by David, and he thinks it’s a great idea.” Wow, my sister had singlehandedly come up with a new genre: coma porn. And why hadn’t she thought of this before Duncan came to visit me in all my bedridden unsightliness? Yes, of course I’d been thinking about him almost nonstop since his short visit to my room. I desperately wanted to call Roberta and ask her what she thought about it, but that was out of the question. Plus I knew what she’d say: Girl, you’re in a coma, and you’re wasting what few brain cells you have left thinking about a man who doesn’t want you? What are you, stupid? And she would be right. Meanwhile, from all the zips and thumps and snaps and taps, it sounded as if Sidney was unpacking an arsenal. “I’ve always wanted to do this, but you would never let me.”
