Coma
//Aamon didn't remember when he fell asleep. Then again, did anyone remember? Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was... he wasn't sure. So he sat there.//
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//he was pretty sure he was still dreaming. He couldn't see anything but he could hear something quiet, humming perhaps, it was nice even if it felt far away... So he sat there//
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//were dreams supposed to be this long?//
//why couldn't he remember where he fell asleep?//
//or what was doing before//
//or... well... maybe he should just sit. He shouldn't worry too much.//
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//hello?//
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//this doesn't feel like a dream anymore, one doesn't feel time pass in dreams. Or hear muffled talking above him... Or crying. Why would someone be crying? Why was he asleep//
//where was he.//
//he tried to call out. But nothing came out. He had no voice.//
//maybe he should worry.//
//maybe he was even scared.//
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//something tells him he's been asleep for days. Maybe weeks... it's been a month//
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//he misses Lillith. She was always better at this. He can't recall the details but the name makes him ache//
//she's dead... he knows she's dead. Oh.//
//he can't recall who killed her. He doesn't want to.//
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//it's dark, and he's trapped. It feels like a prison, unable to move, unable to see, unable to make out any details in the voices around him. It reminds him of somewhere, he'd been in a prison. He remembers being scared there too//
//and angry//
//he doesn't remember why. He's not angry here, just sad.//
//he wants to go home.//
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//he thinks he can feel someone touching him. A hand. It's warm. It's nice.//
//he'd cry if he could.//
//maybe he does. He can't tell//
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//he feels someone's hands hands again, a dull sensation. He can't tell where it is at first, it's just a long dull sensation, going down. Tugging. Pause. Again.//
//oh.//
//someone was combing his hair. The realization anchors him a little, this is where his head is. It's raised slightly, in their lap as it's brushed out.//
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//he tries to walk in the area he's in. It gives him vertigo to attempt traversing this dark place in his head. But he keeps trying. He feels disconnected from his body, it's odd. There's nothing new, it's all black, he might have never moved at all. He didn't. So he sits//
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//he ponders the things he knows. It's like recalling a dream, which is ironic considering his situation, he knows he knows people. He can't remember their faces, only a few names come to mind. Lillith... Pharoah... Something that started with a D? Her name slips from his grasp. It frustrates him. Perhaps it will come back to him later.//
//Lillith is the most clear. Though she hurts the think about//
//Pharaoh? Something tells him that's the person that's been combing his hair. Who was that?//
//something happened. He can't remember what.//
//the word "dad" comes to mind. But he shies away from it. It feels unfamiliar, scary, like it shouldn't fit the way it does.//
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//he wishes he was dead.//
//he thinks it would be easier than this//
//he knows he's had thoughts like this before. Though he was always too scared of it to do it himself//
//coward.//
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//two months.//
//it feels so alone.//
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//he hears crying again.//
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//he's sick of this. He wants out//
//how does he get OUT//
//HE'S HERE.//
//WHY CANT HE SCREAM//
//HES ALIVE.//
//...//
//USELESS//
//(his hand twitches)//
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//he claws at his own mind, screaming, fighting. There's somebody here he cries out, there is no answer. He is alone. But he's not, he can hear them//
//where is his body? Where has his mind been? He's suddenly very aware of himself, but in all the wrong ways. Why isn't he remembering how to move? Why can't he feel anything?//
//he can still remember where the top of his head is, he can orient himself. Somehow//
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// (he's been in a coma for two and a half months with no change. Suddenly, his heart rate starts to spike.) //
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