Do you see that little dot, falling from the sky, plummeting towards the ground? Yep. That’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got myself into that situation. You’re also probably thinking, “Oh, my gosh! Why are you so calm? You’re gonna die!!!” and I would think the same. If this was a normal story, set in a normal world. But it’s not. This is not a normal story at all.
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I slowly open my eyes. I find myself staring at a dull brown ceiling. It looks like mud. There’s an IV drip in my arm, but the IV bag is yellowed and the IV pole is haphazardly taped together. It seems to be quite old. I turn, and hear the muffled sounds of voices from the hallway. It seems that I am in a run-down hospital, but how did I get here? More importantly, who am I? After a couple of minutes, a lady dressed in grey nurse scrubs comes in, pleased to see that I am awake. She quickly checks my eyesight with a a flickering flashlight, and pinches my skin to check if I’m dehydrated.
“It’s quite a miracle,” she says. “You’ve got quite the bump on your head, yet you don’t seem to have any signs or symptoms of concussion.” She quickly notes that down on a shabby clipboard. “Just in case, I’d advise you to stay here for another night.” Shouts echo in the hallway for a nurse, so she makes her way out of the room. Before she leaves, she advises me to sleep and get some rest. But I don’t remember hitting my head. What happened to me? I’m itching to get up and explore, but I feel so tired.
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