I lay in the cotton blanket, staring at the gray ceiling. It was like any other basic hospital room. This included the beeping cars, the pastel curtains, and that oh-so-wonderful smell associated with the place. The only thing remotely interesting was the window. Not the window itself but the view. The room looked out onto the dazzling crimson and yellow of the autumn trees, like a blazing fire. It was almost enough to distract me from my unconscious sister. My sister, Kenzie, was awkward, plain and simple. He couldn't walk a meter without tripping. He always blamed it on some mysterious force. I giggled at the thought just as my parents walked in. “All they had were bagels and cream cheese,” my mother said. His voice was broken from crying and tiredness this week. “It's okay, Mom,” I immediately took the plate. “Thank you Kyle,” my father's voice was full of gratitude. This was the least I could do for them since Kenzie fell. in a coma. She always said her clumsiness would kill her. He hasn't killed her yet but he has knocked her down a flight of stairs ...