I been there three times now. I can relate...although I just good old fashioned bleed out and croak, results of cancers and ulcers and all that shit. Traumatic head injury is a whole 'nother critter, though. My best friend when we were 19 was thrown from a convertible MG one night and went down a similar path as you. Kids, out on a Friday night doing stupid kid things and went airborne on a country road, that's all.... I wasn't there that night, called away for something else. Otherwise, I would have been. He spent months in a coma. His parents, the best sort of people, had their lives wrecked....and I spent all my free time each day in the hospital room with him, giving them a break to go eat or some such. I talked to him all the time, brought in things to try to get him to wake up like his musical instruments (he was an amazingly gifted musician), just anything - knowing he probably wasn't hearing me. Didn't matter. Had to try. When he did finally start to come out of it months later, it was a surprise to the staff. It took several days for him to get back enough to start to function and it was excruciating to witness, but it had to be done. We had witnessed a miracle! Unfortunately, he also was not who he was before the wreck - at all. A formerly very happy, intelligent gifted young man was gone, replaced with one who had a lot of anger issues and was disrespectful to about anyone. I took it and stayed supportive long as I could, speaking up only when he'd give his parents hell - I was uniquely in the position to interject there, as I'd known the family a long time and they trusted me. After a while, it was his parents that basically ordered me to stop coming - not because of anything to do with what was going on with Rick, but because they'd seen how it had destroyed my own well-being over time and, as surrogate parents of a sort, they knew it was in my own best interests to go. It absolutely broke my heart....but they were right. But you know the only part of the whole thing that actually pissed me off? His other "friends" - the ones in the car with him that night, including the driver - never came to see him once in the hospital. Not one damn time... Yeah, that sort of thing early in life will open your damn eyes in a hurry. I still pray for that family to this day and I've tried to find him for years since, to no avail. God love ya man, you've been down a hell of a rough road and survived it! Glad you're still here with us, my friend.