Everything went black, the bright colors and images from before sank into empty space. A warm blanket was pressed against my skin. Beep...beep...beep. Everything around was a blurry mess. My eyelids felt so heavy and it was difficult trying to keep them open. Just when I thought things were coming into focus, I saw black, then colors, then black again, over and over again. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I could feel people touching me, I could almost hear things but everything seemed muffled, like they were talking into a pillow or something. I didn't remember anything, my head was throbbing with pain, it was so hard to think straight. Every muscle in my body was sore and tight. I looked around the large room, not knowing where I was; but I felt like I recognized it or at least saw photos of it. The room was filled with beautiful paintings and artwork, an entire wall was just a window; I could look down and see the city lights rising into the sky. I looked a little to my left and saw a boy lying next to me. I laid my head on the pillow. It was nice, quiet and peaceful. Darkness filled the room, except for a small light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. I guessed everyone had left. I wondered who this boy was. What had happened? Why was he here? Why is he in the same room as me? I didn't remember anything. Where was I? I'm pretty sure I was in a dream but I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything. Tears began to well up in my eyes, a single tear escaping and running down my cheek. The silence was broken. I could now hear footsteps heading towards my room. Who is it? What do they want? The door opened slowly, a woman stood there, dressed in a white coat and her hair pulled back in a b...... in the middle of a sheet of paper...... she would have some peace and quiet and absorb everything that had happened. A few hours later April came back to my room, I was still very confused and a little scared. The doctors put me in a wheelchair and we walked around the hospital. "Why can't I wake up already?" » I mumbled. "What do you mean?" "Well I'm just in a dream, I just want to get out of this dream and go home." "No...yo...you...you're not in a dream, you're in reality." she stammered. while looking at me with a very perplexed face. I ran my hands over my face. I must have been in a dream. I have NEVER been in a car accident, as they say. I was terrified. I didn't know where I was, or I thought I did, but now April says I'm not in a dream, so where am I? I couldn't stop crying, the tears came. “April,” I looked into her big blue eyes. “help me.” I whispered.