Waking Hour

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White blinding light blares against my vision as I blink my eyes rapidly, trying to get used to the burning sensation the light brings. A steady beeping from a heart monitor fills the room I'm in. The smell is familiar and not at all like that of disinfectant like that of a hospital. Where am I? My eyes water as they adjust to the world around me. The room around me is familiar but with slight differences. Obviously, I'm back in my room at Oliver's packhouse, but on the right side of my bed, where a bed-side table used to be, is now a mobile monitor in human hospitals. Other than myself, the room is absent of life. Where is everyone? Where is Oliver? "H-he-hello?" I croak, unsure if my voice is more than a whisper since it's dry from not being used in however long it has been. Thud, thu

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