I see that he looks at his hand and then at me in total suprise.
I hear him shout "How dare you!"
I look at him, scared.
I put my hands in front of my face for protection.
I then get pulled back as quick as a flash.
I see the light at the end of the corridor get smaller and smaller, as I am being pulled further and further.
I see his shadow wave good bye.
I know he knows that I will come soon enough and that I will miss him.
I am in my hospital bed again.
I sit up, gasping.
I pant.
I breathe.
I see that everybodys eyes are on me.
I look at them as they stare at me in shock.
I am alive.
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