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It took a bit of effort but I was finally able to get my hand through the barrier, or at least halfway through.

'Mom? Mom can you hear me?' I spoke telepathically out to her. When I was younger, back when we were in hiding from the Sokovia accords after she broke out of the Raft prison, she and I would always speak with each other telepathically whenever it was a serious talk. It was our special connection with each other, whenever she reached into my mind with her powers, it always felt inviting, warm, loving. But now all I could feel was grief, loss and pain.

Suddenly I was lurched forward and sent flying into this reality. Then from that point on—my world went black.

I woke up with a loud gasp. Oh god.......I-I remember. I remember everything! As I looked around, I had seen that I wasn't outside nor was I in the house my mom made up for our 'sitcom homelife'. I was actually in a hospital.

The white walls and bright lights stung my eyes. Okay just how long was I knocked out? It couldn't be more than just a few minutes if my eyes are burning this much from this bright room.

"Oh thank goodness sweetheart, you're awake!" mom's voice soon rang out. I turned to my right and saw my mom now hovering over the right side of my bed while the two young boys (now knowing that they weren't hostages, just two figured created from my mom's powers) were asleep on the chairs.

"Mom?"

"I'm here sweetheart, I'm here."

"Wh-what happened?"

"(Y/n). There's—no easy way to say this but......you were hit by a car coming home from school. You've been in surgery for 2 days till you finally woke up today." What?

Suddenly I was hit with an intense wave of pain. I looked down at myself to see that my right leg was in a cast all the way up to my knee, my left arm was in a sling and I could feel a few bandages on my face.

"Huh? But I—"

"I know it's a traumatic experience. Believe me your father and I were absolutely horrified when we got the call from Agnes. You're lucky she happened to be in the area when it happened." It was then I began to have flashes of what my mom claimed to have happened.

I was walking and then all of a sudden I heard the screeching of tires and then I saw myself literally flipping over the black Nissan 200SX. I flipped right over the car maybe five times before rolling along the street another good 4-6 times before lying there motionless and bleeding on the curb of the sidewalk.

Brief visions of seeing Agnes standing over me trying to wake me up, a crowd of people even showing up around me. Flashes of red and blue and then seeing myself being rolled in with doctors barking out orders, trying to get me to stay awake.

But wait—that can't be real. Cause I clearly remember what happened just before I came into this reality, so why was I being shown another thing that clearly didn't happen but yet somehow did?

"Wh-where's dad?"

"He went to go get me something to eat. We've been here since practically visiting hours opened up at 6am."

"What time is it now?"

"1pm." At that moment I saw dad walk in with some lunch for mom (since obviously he can't eat anything) and when he saw me, he immediately ran up to me, placed his hand over my unbandaged cheek and said.

"Oh (Y/n) thank goodness you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Little achy but—alive. I'm sorry this......."

"No, no love. You don't have to apologize for anything." Dad told me, emphasizing on the anything. "I'll go get the doctor, see when we can get you discharged and take you home." He kissed the top of my head before leaving the room. Mom holding my hand, stroking the back of it gingerly.