Dead or Alive
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I wake up to an empty hospital room. White walls, a painting, flowers on the side desk. Where's the door? I here a crack of thunder and the lights fidget as if scared. Hello? I try to say, but all that comes out is a groan...why?....Hello? I try to say once more. Nothing. Just another groan. Is this a dream? I think to myself.all of a sudden as if I had no control, I start moving. What's going on? Hello? Hello?
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