The boy is staring at the river again, lost in his thoughts.
It made for such a sad picture.
Everyone had gotten into the habit of keeping an eye out for him.
Such a pity, ah!
Ever since he woke up, not a single sound was heard from him.
***
This isn't his world.
This isn't his body.
This couldn't possibly be real.
No.
It isn't real.
Maybe, he's in a coma, and this is just his brain coming up with things as a response to trauma.
Yes.
That's right.
Yes. This is just a brain fever dream.
Not real.
No. Not real at all.
He's out, possibly medically induced, while they're fixing his broken body. Yes. This is logical. This must be it.
He's going to wait until he falls 'asleep' in this dreamscape, and maybe that's when he'll wake up in the real world.
Yep.
Any day now.
Please.
Let me wake up.
Let me wake up.
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