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Oneshot No. 130 (517 Words)

context: dreams been in a coma for months

DREAMS PERSPECTIVE:

I start to wake up. I blink continuously for a few seconds, before analysing my surroundings.

A hospital room. What happened?

"Oh my God- Dream?!" a voice says. I prop myself up on my elbows, still laying down on an uncomfortable hospital mattress.

"W-what?" I stutter. Dream?

"Clay?" the guy says again.

"Yeah?" Why did he call me 'Dream' before? "Who are you?" I furrow my eyebrows, so confused.

"Oh my God... you don't know who I am?"

"No," I say plainly. Am I meant to remember who this is. I notice his eyes start to water. Then, a nurse walks in.

"Oh, Clay! You're awake!" she exclaims, walking calmly over to me. I flinch slightly.

"Have I not always been awake?" I ask, genuinely. My head hurts.

"No... you got injured and fell into a coma. You've been... asleep... for two months," the guy, who I still don't know, says.

I turn to the nurse, ignoring everything said.

"Do you know where my friend, Nick, is?"

"He's right there, darling," the nurse soothes.

"I'm here, buddy," Nick says. He reaches his hand out and I quickly take it. "But I have to
show you something," he says quietly.

"Okay," I say blatantly.

He goes on his phone and types into his phone. Then, a few seconds, he shows me a Youtube channel with 20 million subscribers.

"That's you," he says. I tilt my head, furrow my brows. No it's not. I'm me. I don't remember having a 'Youtube' channel.

I stare at his phone, so utterly confused. Then, I see a notification on Snapchat from 'George.'

"Hey, I think I know someone called George."

-- LATER --

"Clay, do you remember how to walk?" the nurse asks.

"Uh. Yes, I'm pretty sure I do," I say hesitantly. She helps me up, off the hospital bed, and helps stabalise me.

At first, I'm quite unsteady. Not that I forgot how to walk, but I just haven't in so long. Too long.

-- DAYS LATER, AT HOME --

"2 months, huh," Tommy says.

Birds chirp outside on this Thursday morning.

"I mean... apparently. I just think everyone cares too much. I don't even know what happened to myself but everyone is talking about me. Attention is not nice when you can't get a break," I say.

"Head trauma. You had a severe head injury, dealing damage to your brain. You got into a car crash, Dream."

Silence. I sit at the kitchen counter and look at it.

Tommy continues, "you were... unresponsive. On the verge of death when it happened. They thought you wouldn't make it. Then, you went to hospital. You were unable to be woken up for 2 months."

"I don't wanna talk about it anymore, I just want everything to go back to normal."

Tommy huffs. He opens his arms, leans in for a hug, but I flinch.

"Oh. Sorry."

I've lost so much more than my senses. I've forgotten everything. What a hug really was. When someone walked up to me, I flinched. What's happened to me?