La broma inofensiva de mi compañero de cuarto me envió a un coma por 6 años,...

My roommate's harmless prank sent me into a coma for six years, and now I'm coming for my revenge. The neurologist's words echoed in the sterile hospital room like a death sentence wrapped in medical jargon. Six years. I had lost six years of my life because Trevor thought it would be funny to put GHB in my protein shake at our senior party. The drug's interaction with my undiagnosed heart condition had stopped my breathing long enough to cause severe brain damage. My mother sat by the bed, aged a decade beyond her years. Her hand trembled as she gripped mine. She had spent 2,190 days visiting a son who couldn't recognize her face, couldn't pronounce his own name, couldn't remember that he had been accepted to Columbia Law School the day before Trevor decided a prank would make everyone laugh. Physical therapy began the morning after I woke up. My legs had forgotten how to walk. My hands couldn't hold a pencil. The therapist, a woman named Keisha with infinite patience, guided my trembling fingers through basic exercises while I fought back tears of frustration. She explained that my brain had to relearn pathways that had been severed by oxygen deprivation. Simple tasks felt impossible. Brushing my teeth required concentration that left me exhausted. Getting dressed took an hour. I was 24 years old with the motor skills of a toddler, and somewhere out there, Trevor was living the life that should have been mine. My younger sister, Vanessa, arrived with a laptop and six years' worth of accumulated information. She had saved everything...