They never said the life would be easy, and you are a perfect illustration of exactly how difficult it can get for the wayward operator, unmoored, disconnected from the grander bureaucracy, the greater vision of what you are intended for. Who knows? Maybe there is no agency, maybe there is no greater vision. You certainly never will now.
You never come out of the coma. You never get your revenge. You never prove yourself a proper agent. You do not overcome the odds. The last days of your bodily life just happen, and you don't even notice, not even when they finally pull the plug.