Rubbernecker

The coma ward was boring yet difficult. Like golf.

Everybody else possessed the key to popularity and happiness, and his clumsy attempts to find his own key always ended with other children looking at him funny, or calling him names.

Sweet little thing says she still wants to marry him. Breaks your heart: She sighed and sounded sincere, so Tracy nodded in a way she hoped denoted that she, too, was a little bit heartbroken — even though she thought that if her (hypothetical) boyfriend were in a coma for more than a few weeks, she’d probably just cut her losses and move on, not stick around to watch him shit in his pants for the next fifty years.

It has sick on the sleeve. And no apostrophe.

There are worse things than dying." "Really?" said Meg. "Of course," said the tech. "Living badly.

You're different, you know." "Only different from you," he said. "Not different from me.