Comatose

Brandon Wilder did not have a good childhood—one only had to meet his mother to realize that. He grew up without his father, who was killed in the first Gulf War. As he grew into a young man, he worked at whatever jobs he could get and his mother took most of the money he made. He worked full-time for two years after high school to save for college, then came home one day to discover his mother had found his money and was passed out drunk on the living room floor. Most of his money was gone. The next day he opened a savings account and didn’t tell her about it.

After he started Georgia Tech, he got into their football program and was given a football scholarship halfway through his first year. In his second year, his mother called to say she needed money and needed him to come home. Because he hadn’t seen her in six months, he started the drive home as soon as possible. Just outside Atlanta, a front tire blew and he hit a tree at sixty miles an hour.

Transported by emergency vehicle to Northside Hospital, he lies in a coma for four months. When he finally wakes, he finds he cannot move anything except his eyelids, and a blonde angel giving him a sponge bath. However, he can feel, and he feels the blonde angel massaging his groin as she bathes him. He is conscious, but unable to move or speak, for weeks as one after another of the nurses come in to see his long, very long, member and sometimes take advantage of his helpless state…