It was so bright, and he could feel the sun’s rays streaming against his face. His sleep disturbed, Patrick had no choice but to slowly open his eyes. When he did, he was greeted with a white ceiling... that did not look the least bit familiar with the one in his room or in their clinic for that matter. He tried to turn his head to the window on his right, but his head felt strangely heavy, so with his one hand that was not connected to the dextrose machine, he lifted it up to touch his head gingerly, but was stopped by someone’s voice.“Hey, don’t do that. You’re gonna mess up your bandage,” the familiar voice said.
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