Waking up in a hospital bed unable to move is never fun. That’s what happened to me. On October 14, 2032.

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I don’t remember what happened at all. I just woke up In this hospital room. “Hello?” My voice is unrecognizable and barely audible against the loud aggressive beeping of the heart monitor next to me. I try again to move my arms but it’s impossible. The door across the room slides open to reveal a young lady around the age of 28 or so. She smiles at me and walks over. “Hello there, Melody! I’m Nurse Sandra. How are you feeling? It’s been a while hasn’t it?” She says as she checks my vitals.

“I’m feeling awful. And what are you talking about? How long has it been? I don’t remember you at all. Or anything.” I say as I slowly turn my head in her direction.

“It’s been a while. A year to be exact. You’ve been out since the incident.” Sandra says nonchalantly.

“A year!? What?” I say with my extremely sore throat. She hums at my questions and helps me take some of what I assume is pain medication.

“Yes. You’ve been in this coma for a whole year. I’ve been the main one looking after you. The incident caused you to go into one of the most extreme cases of comas possible.” Sandra stated as she helped me sit up.

“What incident? I don’t remember.” I ask again trying to ignore my hurting and sore body.

“You don’t remember that the city was almost destroyed by an unknown force?” She says with wide eyes.

“What!?”