[ WP ] You wake up in a Hospital after a coma . It turns out that the life you lived was merely a dream . Slowly , you set out to discover the `` real World '' , that is quite different then what you thought .

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 `` It's not that I'm afraid to die, I've come to peace with that. It's just I'll miss all of you so much. ``, I wheezed out on my death bed. The corners of my vision started to fade, until there was nothing but a small circle in the center, the rest surrounded by darkness. I felt someone rub my hand, and everything went black. 
 
 The peacefulness of oblivion was shaken away by a sharp beeping noise, and a section of the darkness that had a slight white tint on it. I struggled to open my eyes, move a finger, an arm, a leg. Anything to tell people I was still alive. I tried, tried, and tried, until suddenly my eyelids shot open. I was met with 4 people surrounding me, 2 of them in absolute hysterics. A nurse rushed in, and quickly took measurements. When asked how I felt, I responded rather sheepishly - `` Okay, I guess... I thought I just died?''. 
 
 The nurse politely nodded and replied, saying `` Well you were in a coma. Out for a month. It's entirely possible that was a dream, a fake life. ``, in which my face turned to complete awe. I replied `` Bu-bu.... but? It ca n't be! ``, and she smiled and nodded, before leaving the room. My father greeted me saying `` Jared! I thought you were dead! ``, and I responded by asking what happened - `` What happened?'' 
 
 `` Well Jared, you see, you were hit by a bus, that almost crushed your skull. The doctors said you had no longer than 4 hours to live, but you slipped into a coma, and a month passed.'' 
 
 We all greeted and talked about the odd dream life. Apparently the real world had changed quite a bit. 
 
 ***THREE WEEKS LATER*** 
 
 My morning went rather quickly, eating awful hospital food, using the bathroom, the usual. Around 12PM, I was sitting in my room watching the morning game shows and news, when a doctor came in and handed me a form, stating that I was ready to be discharged, and to sign the paper. I carefully looked it over, gracefully signed it, and handed it back to the doctor. 
 
 I walked down to the front desk, along with my band's vocalist, and gave the nurse a happy face. The first thing that I noticed was different were the doors. As I walked up to one, it asked me to hold my finger up to a small pad. I did so, and the door slid open. We walked out into the city of skyscrapers that is New York City, and I suggested we take the subway train back to the house. 
 
 My bandmate politely disagreed, and suggested we take the vacuum tubes instead, stating they were like the ones you send the money through in the bank. I was thoroughly convinced we should take them, and we did. We hopped on, and in the time of five seconds, we went from Central Park to the World Trade Center, which SHOCKED me. 
 
 I jumped out of the capsule, taking the elevator up to our apartment. Sitting down on the couch, I looked out the window, realizing that nothing would ever be the same again.
