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Lying in the hospital bed later that night, you let your mind wander. The doctor said there would be some hallucinations from your mild brain damage, but you can’t shake the feeling that what you remember wasn’t one. Your memory’s a touch foggy, but you definitely remember having a full conversation with a pink haired woman after you were struck, but before the ambulance was called. You can’t for the life of you remember anything that either of you said, but it certainly felt real. You haven’t told anybody yet, and now with knowledge of potential hallucinations being a factor, you probably never will.
That other woman definitely did die, though. You know that for sure. Weren’t able to find out from what though. A stroke? Heart attack, maybe? All you know is that the look on her dead face still haunts you. You’ve seen plenty of people dying on LiveLeak and places like that, but this one still feels different, like there was something profoundly unnatural about the whole thing. You let out a deep sigh and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into your pillows. There’s no dream or nightmare that you can remember, but you wake up suddenly in the middle of the night disoriented and feeling like you're being watched. You eventually relax and return after spying nothing out of the ordinary in your room. Your next dream is filled with silky locks of pink hair.
You’re discharged at 8:00am and you assure your family that you can meet them at the entrance, with a prescription for some minor pain medication you limp past the entrance desk. You refused the crutches one of the nurses offered you. Never figured out how to use those fucking things. As you pass the waiting room; already with a few people in it, you overhear a conversation between two women. Their voices aren’t any you’ve heard before, but the sound of one of them gives you a minor scratching feeling in the back of your mind.
“Really, Gura? A breakfast cooking stream?”
“Come on, Calli! How was I supposed to know I’d get my tail caught in the oven door!?”
“ I figured you’d know better than to try and juggle a livestream while cooking a full english breakfast that early in the morning. Especially when we haven’t finished unpacking yet.”
“It was going fine until I couldn’t find the-Hey, who are you lookin at?”
“H-huh? Oh, uh, nobody.”
You glance over and see a small shark girl with a taller pink haired girl staring at you, though they both look away as soon as you make eye contact. Hmmm...
Ehh, just a couple of goobers.
You wave as the van driven by your dad pulls up. You climb into the back, minding your leg. Jeez, everyone came to see you again. Your sisters are happy to see you’re still the same as you were yesterday, but your parents seem...nervous? Do they think you're gonna be scared of driving or become some paranoid backseat driver now? You certainly hope you won’t be. In the end, nothing seems to have you out of sorts, thankfully. You take the opportunity to ask a question that slipped your mind yesterday.
“How's Button doing?”
Button is, for all intents and purposes, your cat. You found him in a drainage ditch 9 years ago, a mewling kit who’s eyes had just opened, no family in sight. You had snuck him into your house and had been taking care of him for like 2 days when your mom came into your room one day to get your laundry and found him pissing in the hamper. Your parents let you keep him, provided you were the sole person to take care of him and that you’d pay for everything he needed. It wasn’t easy, and your first part-time job was basically to support the little shit. When you had finally gotten ready to move out, though, you didn’t end up taking him with you. For one, your new apartment didn’t allow pets, and two, you knew your dad; despite his surliness, loved him almost as much as you did. The older of your sisters giggles.
“I think he knows something happened to you. He’s been sleeping in your room again ever since you got hurt.” She tells you.
Really? Well, animals always seem to have a sixth sense about these sorts of things. You can’t wait to see him.
After making a quick stop at your favorite fast food place, you soon arrive on your old street. You spy a moving truck in the house directly across from yours. Interesting.
