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I opened my eyes yet all I could see was darkness. Panic bubbled up my chest, I blindly touched anything, surprised by the softness of a bedsheet. I ran my now sweaty hands in my hair, and frowned when I realized that a bandage covered my eyes.

"Jake!" A voice of an old woman said. Seconds later, I heard footsteps booming inside my room.

"We were so happy that you woke up." Then a crashing hug came, I pat her back awkwardly. Because I don't have any idea who they are.

"Sweet heart, he won't probably recognize us. He's been in coma for 5 months. But I'm glad you're back, son." My mother, as I figured out, and that man was my father, pats my shoulder softly. There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

But why?

"Cass..cassan..she's." I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

All of a sudden, they handed me a device. My cellphone?

"We will take off his bandage soon. However, he will have to stay in this hospital for a week. We still have to monitor his condition."

My energy came off pretty soon. Exhaustion claimed me, yawning I let my back rest and soon after that I sleep. The last thing I remember was the blue eyed girl smiling widely at me.

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