Day 43: Intercom, Dawn
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"Nyergh, ugh, bunnies, ulp, nngrr, SAUSAGE!" Raz’s eyes flew wide open, his heart still pounding wildly against his tiny ribcage from the nightmare he just had.
Wait a minute, he thought. That was no nightmare, that was definitely real. By now, he’d entered so many minds, he could easily tell the difference, and that meaty, circusy, twisted father-and-son reunion thing was NOT a dream!
While having this internal debate, Raz made a startling realization: "Where’d my hat go?" He tried to feel on his head his favorite leather cap, but instead he felt really gross, dandruff-packed hair that seriously needed a wash. His other hand patted his chest, finding a thin cotton shirt instead of the wool sweater that he brought to the camp. With all this new information, the ever-so-observant Raz finally took notice of his surroundings: he was now laying on a bed in a white and sterilized room. On the other side of the room was another bed, but it was currently unoccupied. "Where am I?" he wondered aloud as he sat up, and then started to panic. "Wait, was I... hospitalized?!"
Raz put his hands in front of him and stretched far enough to grab his heels. "But I feel fine," he said confusedly, and let go of his hold. The boy then inspected both arms and lifted his shirt to inspect his torso. "Not even a scratch," he observed.
All of a sudden, Raz's concerned frown flipped upside-down into a large grin. "Hey, I didn't get a scratch!" he exclaimed at this impressive achievement. "Man, am I GOOD or- okay, wait," Raz paused. He had to stop himself before he became too busy complimenting himself rather than assessing the situation at hand. "So if I’m not injured," he said, "where did all of my clothes go, and why am I in this disturbingly clean, sanitary-looking room?"
Only a second passed by before the door opened, making Raz jump a bit. A middle-aged woman in a white nurse uniform poked her head in with a smile. "Good morning, Greg! Did you sleep well?"
Raz stared at her, mouth agape and eyebrow raised. "Excuse me, did you just call me Greg?" he asked incredulously.
The nurse pouted and shook her head. "I've heard about this... Such a shame."
The boy stood up immediately. "Wait, heard about what?" Raz's voice became increasingly panicked. "What's going on?!" But before he knew it, the nurse came into the room and dragged him outside, all the while he demanded to know just where the hell he was.
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