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I’m not sure how long I had been out for, but it had definitely been a strange experience. I don’t think I was completely unconscious the entire time. It was a strange sort of half-conscious state that some people get into when they’re partially asleep. It was almost like paralyzed feeling where I was aware of my surroundings but my body wouldn’t react to anything. It was times like this when reality and imagination mixed together, and I couldn’t tell if what I sensed was real or just a dream.
 
During this half-dream state, I thought I heard someone say something about a concussion. I also heard something about cracked ribs, which scared me a bit. Then again, I also heard them talk about a third arm, which I knew had to be just a dream. There was a lot of noise and movement around the room. Why couldn’t they just leave the unconscious girl in peace?
 
Oh, yeah. They didn’t think that I could hear them.
 
Well, maybe I couldn’t. Maybe all of what I heard was just a really long dream. Maybe the supposed concussion I had was making me delusional. Maybe I didn’t even have a concussion and I just dreamed that I heard the doctors talking about it.
 
Great. I was confused and my mind was about to burst. On top of that, I was unconscious. I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but my body wouldn’t let me. Voices were echoing through my mind and I couldn’t tell which were real.
 
Maybe I was going crazy.
 
I used to think that being unconscious was like going to sleep. I imagined that you would just suddenly wake up and find that a few days had passed. Instead, I was trapped inside my own little mind with no one to talk to but myself.
 
It was amazing how quickly I got sick of myself.
 
So I just settled with the voice I was supposedly hearing around the room. There wasn’t much variety, though, so I got bored rather quickly. There were doctors and nurses, of course. I thought I heard my dad somewhere in between. Nothing out of the ordinary.
 
Except for maybe one.
 
I assumed it was late at night or no one was around because it had been quiet for a long time. There was some shuffling and then a sigh.
 
 “I…” a voice said with a familiar stutter.
 
Whoa. This had to be a dream because there was no way this could be happening. I was screaming in my own head, wanting nothing more than to just wake up.
 
 “Rosalina, I…”
 
Wake up! Wake up! I need to know that if this is real. Just wake up!
 
The voice sighed again, unable to find the right words to say.
 
No! No! No! Don’t leave. Damn it! Why won’t my eyes open?
 
More rustling and a few moments of silence. Solemn footsteps approached the bed and I could feel his breath on my skin. That was impossible, though. This had to be a dream.
 
 “Sometimes, I still think I-“ he cut himself off, something he used to do all the time. “I’m still singing for you.”
 
My blood ran cold as his footsteps grew quieter. In a final attempt to regain complete consciousness, my eyes snapped opened to an empty room. It may have been a dream, but his voice, his breath, and his presence were all too real. I thought about what he had said, knowing very well that I had missed seeing Nat by only half a second.

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