3 months after awakening
Okay, well, I'm not in the Nut-House. I'm only 7 years old...did I really dream about my future? I guess I'm gonna have to wait to see. But even if I did, why would the gods above let that happen?
I try to sit up, breathe some non-contaminated air. I fall back, trying to do so.
"Ouch..." I mutter.
The nurse asks, "James, are you alright?"
I'm hurt and I just want to see Mummy again. I begin to cry.
"Aw, James, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
I appreciate her trying to help, so I try to be less difficult.
"I-I just w-wanna see Mummy again. And all"-- I stop here to cough --"th-this p-pressure just keeps"-- from exhaustion, I yawn --"building u-hu-hup!" I sob.
Knock, knock.
I try not to get too excited and expectant for my mum. But how can I not when it is my mum?
"Oh, James. My dear, baby James. How are you, sweetie?" Mummy coos over me.
"Good, now that you're"-- I sniff --"here." Mummy is convinced. After all, it is the truth.
"I-I'm scared and scarred, Mummy. For life," I whisper. Mummy, being the good mother she is, tries to cheer me up. "Oh, James, it'll be okay. Everything will be all right."
