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As I drifted off to a fitful sleep,
I found myself in a hospital room.
Electronic beeps symbolized the processes
that kept me being me.
I knew something was wrong. Not just because
of the slipshod quality that sneaks just
outside your senses during a dream ,but because
no one was talking to me. A room full
of doctors and family. And no one spoke.

Then a disembodied voice said, "This is gonna hurt."

then nothing

I "woke up" in a different room. It was a hospital room
but it was done up like my dorm room in korea.
I was aware they did this to make me comfortable.

The doctor told me I was very lucky.
That I should have died.

He told me that Bev had given me something.
Donated something, to help me live.

He wouldn't tell me what though.

I asked to see her and he said that wouldn't be possible.
I asked if she was all right and he told me she had
compromised her life in order to save me, but that
she would be ok.

I was not sure what that meant.

Was it a dangerous procedure?
Was her life shortened?

I didn't know how to feel.

When I woke up I was thinking that it was a metaphor
for her moving to Houston.
Then I remembered that I am nowhere near that smart
even subconsciously and realized it was merely
because I fell asleep watching House.