POTC4LIFE
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Concrete? My bedroom isn't made of concrete. I'm not in my bedroom, I thought.
I shifted slightly on the bed-the hospital bed?-that creaked under my weight.
An approaching figure cleared his throat as he walked. "Oh, you're awake. I thought you were gonna die before I got back," he laughed.