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There was a man sitting across from your bed. You weren't used to that. You weren't used to anyone looking at you, really. You could hear him talking but you couldn't make out the words. Your thoughts, your perception, they were moving so slowly. You could feel time passing but couldn't react to it. It was as if you were sitting in the back of your own mind, watching through a fogged window into the world outside.
The man moved his fingers in front of your face. Yes. Okay. They were fingers. He was trying to judge something. You could tell. What did he want you to do?
Slowly, so slowly it was like crawling out of tar, you began to respond to his gestures. You looked in the directions he pointed. He asked you a question, you think it was a question, you couldn't understand but your mouth and your throat pushed the words out regardless, before your mind could really anticipate them.
Focus. Focus. You willed yourself to focus, to push through this noxious haze your mind was buried in. The world got brighter, and then more defined. Your head began to hurt, a dull, throbbing ache that was nevertheless all-encompassing, robbing your focus for a while until you gathered the will to push past it.
Your mind came back together in bits and pieces until there was enough of it there to begin to make sense of what was going on. What was happening.
You realized you could understand what the man was saying, now.
"...need you with me right now, can you hear me?"
His voice was unexpectedly more sharp than the world around him, and cut through the fog like a knife. You finally retained enough of yourself to be able to respond, you thought, so you cleared your throat and asked, with a voice hoarse from disuse:
"What?"
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There was a man sitting across from your bed. You weren't used to that. You weren't used to anyone looking at you, really. You could hear him talking but you couldn't make out the words. Your thoughts, your perception, they were moving so slowly. You could feel time passing but couldn't react to it. It was as if you were sitting in the back of your own mind, watching through a fogged window into the world outside.
The man moved his fingers in front of your face. Yes. Okay. They were fingers. He was trying to judge something. You could tell. What did he want you to do?
Slowly, so slowly it was like crawling out of tar, you began to respond to his gestures. You looked in the directions he pointed. He asked you a question, you think it was a question, you couldn't understand but your mouth and your throat pushed the words out regardless, before your mind could really anticipate them.
Focus. Focus. You willed yourself to focus, to push through this noxious haze your mind was buried in. The world got brighter, and then more defined. Your head began to hurt, a dull, throbbing ache that was nevertheless all-encompassing, robbing your focus for a while until you gathered the will to push past it.
Your mind came back together in bits and pieces until there was enough of it there to begin to make sense of what was going on. What was happening.
You realized you could understand what the man was saying, now.
"...need you with me right now, can you hear me?"
His voice was unexpectedly more sharp than the world around him, and cut through the fog like a knife. You finally retained enough of yourself to be able to respond, you thought, so you cleared your throat and asked, with a voice hoarse from disuse:
"What?"
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