Chapter 2

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My eyelids felt heavy as I slowly came to my senses. I tried to move but found I could not. My body was like a brick! I tried to move my hand only to find that it would only twitch. Lemme see...why *twitch* won't *twitch* you*twitch* MOVE! *twitch*twitch. Gahhhh! Its no use. What happened to me? Where am I? I need a popcicle. Bleh too many questions. Are my thoughts getting random? Am I on medicine? I probably am. Damn.

Suddenly I felt pressure on my hand that I had tried to twitch. Ahhhh so someone did read my Morse code! Meh probably not. Ain't nobody got time for that. Lol.

"Dannon!" I heard someone sob.

Who is that? Is it a guy or a girl? I can't tell.

"How are you feeling?...No answer? Who am I kidding. You're still in a coma. How could you answer? Besides you never speak anyway." 'It' continued to sob.

Ok manly voice detected. It is a guy! And I'm in...a coma?

"Besides I was just checking up on you as always. You seem to be fine. The doctor said you would be waking up soon but I'm not so sure. Youre really getting a good sleep in there dude."

Ok I believe him. I take sleep too seriously sometimes. And waking up soon? How long have I been out? Ah questions to ponder while in a weird coma state I guess. Maybe I should write a book about this feeling when I wake up. Nah. I'm too lazy.

"Oh and Dannon? If you can hear me, tell yourself to wake up ok?"

Whaaaaaat? You think I have control over my body? Ha! I LAUGH! I would if I could buddy.

I tried moving my hand again with the added pressure still holding on.

*twitch*

As expected, the owner of the voice gasped and ran out of the room screaming "DOCTOOOOOOOOOORRRRR!"

I mentally chuckled at the actions of my visitor. Now its time to figure out who that was. OH MEMORY GAMES! FUN...hint the sarcasm. Question: How do you play a memory game when your memory is a fuzzy ball of nothing? Answer: you don't.

When I wake up I will ask.

- But didn't that dude say that you didn't speak?-

WHO IS TALKING TO ME?!

-Um....this is your subconscious speaking.*le airplane pilot voice* Try to remain calm.-

I'M CRAZY!

- I said to remain calm! And no, you just need somebody to converse with and I happened to be the best answer.-

But you're me.

-So? This is how you make decisions, only I was the one to set up your ideas in your imagination. Now you have me as a voice in your head. I GOT A PROMOTION!-

Oh yeah? How are you talking to me while I'm talking to me?

-Well...you're on a buttload of drugs and it's getting pretty intense.-

I figured. Could you tell me what's happening?

-I don't know anymore than you do bud.-

OKAY BACK TO FOCUSING ON MOVING! No more crazy talk.

-Whatever you say.-

Nooooooooooooooooooo......

I tried to cut off the crazy chatter emitting from my brain as I focused on moving my feet. I tried curling my toes and found that I could move them.

Score one for Dan!

-You're not getting anywhere you know.-

Shuttup, and yes I am.

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