Chapter 27

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Jessie's POV

My head aches in pain, feeling as if I've been hit with a brick.

Wait...

Pain?

I thought I died....

I open my eyes, only to have them rest on Reuben, who looks strange.

No wait...

He looks normal.

As in not blocks.

But that means...

"I'm back home? But how?" I whisper, making the younger boy holding onto my hand from the side of my bed stir.

Wait...

This isn't my bed.

I look around, seeing all white everything.

Even the gown I wear.

Am I in a hospital?

I recoil at the thought.

I hated hospitals.

"Jessie? You're awake!" He exclaims, making me flinch.

Ugh, don't yell.

"Keep it down Reub." I grumble, wishing he wouldn't yell.

I yawn, not feeling the scratchyness in my throat.

Wait...

I lift my shirt slightly, seeing that the purple mark on my side is gone.

The sickness is gone?

How?

"Jessie. You're home. We can finally go home with Dad once the doctors clear you!" He yelps excitedly.

Go home?

I think about that.

"What about Petra and the others? That witherstorm is still alive Reuben." I state, making him shake his head.

"Jessie. All we've wanted to do since we got into that world was go home, and you finally get here and you can only ask about fake characters in a fictional game we somehow got sucked into?" He asks, sounding offended.

I look down at my hands.

But they weren't fake people.

I cared about them, and I think they cared about me...

And I deserted them when I should be helping them.

"You don't understand. I need to go back. There are three of them now!" I exclaim, trying to move from the bed.

But my wrists we latched onto the bed with leather straps.

Huh?

"You kept thrashing around. They had to keep you in one place or else you would have hurt yourself." He explains.

I look around the room, finding it hard to breathe.

No no no.

I just left them all to finish the battle.

This isn't right.

Before I can continue to argue with my brother, my dad walks in, who surprisingly kinda looks like Ivor now that I think about it.

"Jessie. Good. You're awake." He breathes a sigh of relief, hugging me.

But I don't want to be hugged.

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