I live... I breathe... I'm alive...
I raise my hand, and I move my fingers. I can move them. I look around the room, a room so bright, I can barely see around me. I squint, wait a minute, and my eyes seem to adjust. The room is unfamiliar, the scent... It smells like latex. I have no idea where I am, who I am, or where I come from. All I know right now, is that I'm alive, tired, and I feel heavy.

A man in a white jacket looks down at me, startled for only a moment before he speaks.
"Well then , Mr. Walker, I see you're finally up?"
Looking at him closer now, I see he has light brown, somewhat curly hair and unruly hair. He also has reading glasses rested upon his nose. Nerd?

"Ugh.. W- Ow! What the hell...? Where the hell is this?! What's going on?"

Okay, now I know I'm in pain too.

"What do you mean, Mr. Walker? You're the famous George Walker, are you not?"

I have to stop for a moment to think about this. Ah- yes! A name.

"Is that my name? A-am I George W-w-walker? C- G- ngghh... Whaa"

The black... I'm diving face down. Am I going to fade out again? It's getting blurry- dizziness. Oh no.

"Hello?! Yes, he just got up! I think he's going unconscious again! Hurry! He seems to have mild memory loss b- r- bzzz...-"
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Man, my head throbs. Aaaagghh . I try to jerk up, to no success. So I lay back down.

"Nnghh... G- George... Walker... George..."

"Yes, you're George. Do you remember me, George?"

My head is still throbbing strongly. Hammer blows to each side of my head, and a slight breeze blows my hair back a bit. Haven't felt this in a while. So refreshed, so awkward. Why is it so awkward to move? Wait, there's a window. I must be in a different room now.

I spot a small tree in one corner of the room, and right next to me sits a chair with a man. He looks around middle aged with some graying hair and glasses carefully propped up near the tip of his nose, staring down at me. I put a hand to my forehead.

"What?" I ponder out loud.

"Ah... Doctor Wilfred was right." Said the man with an obvious dismay in his eyes which quickly vanished. "You're probably wondering where you are right now."

I painingly turn my heavy brick head to look out of the window. The sun is up, and the sky's blue. Bright blue. I suddenly realize how cool the room is. Not a cloud, presumably spring. The birds sound beautiful though. It feels like I've just woken up from the deepest of slumbers. I'm in a building of sorts in what seems to be a big city. For a city, there didn't seem to be much activity, but it didn't seem odd.

I nod my head at him slightly, an eyebrow raised.

"Of course you are... George, you're in the hospital. A private hospital."

I cut him off. "So I'm George?"

"Yes", he replies, some agitation present in his voice. You've been in this bed for about a year and a half. In fact, just a few months ago, the doctors were trying to convince me to let you go, but I believed you'd wake up. I knew you would. You had to. You're important, George. They all said that surviving what you had survived was nearly impossible. They said you'd die soon, but you fell into a coma."

"A coma..."

"You're a hero, George. You're not like everyone else. You can do anything. You saved the world. If you have the time now though, I'll help you remember. Just lay down, relax, and let me tell you what happened."

**Note, I might not finish this story. Time to be disappointed, nubs