December 21st, 2028.
"Does your head still hurt?" The nurse asked me.
"Yes, thank you." They said I was having an after effect of being in a coma. It was like a small case of PSTD.
I was so on edge at that point. All I could remember was Sierra crying over me and Trace or- Travis, yelling at me. My brain was pounding.
"I'll be just around the corner if you need me." The nurse slipped out of the room leaving me alone in the room.
Damn it!
I slammed my fist on the bed. I felt defeated and torn. What as I going to do?
What can I do, there's no way for me to get back there. I can't play the-
Then like lightning a thought came to me. The most stupid yet most brilliant idea came to mind.
I'm coming you guys, hold on.
