the countdown [] phan

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3rd person POV

dan sits at his desk, writing down the task at hand from the board. he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his wrist, exactly where his clock is. the room starts to spin and he faintly hears the scraping of chair legs on the tile floor, before he feels a pressure against the side of his face. his vision is blurry and all that's going through his mind is 'this is all just a dream. i'm going to wake up in my bed any minute now.'

his teacher's voice cuts through the haze in his mind.

'son! can you move your hand?" move his hand? why does he need to move his hand? he tries twitching his fingers but they won't move. all he can do is blink.

'son! i need you to move your hand!' he continues to shout. 'please stop shouting sir. your voice hurts my head.' he thinks.

'daniel; blink twice for yes, once for no.' ok. he can do that.

'are you alright?' two blinks.

'can you move?' one blink.

'should we call 999?" two blinks.

'all right then. hang tight; they'll be here in a few minutes, daniel.'
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