Coma

 

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“Wake up.”

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“No. What is the purpose?”

 

“Life.”

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“Life? Why?”

 

“We don’t know. Wake up.”

 

“I don’t know how.”

 

“Open your eyes.”

 

“Eyes?”

 

“Yes, eyes. You remember what those are, yes?”

 

“Maybe. Where am I?”

 

“In a hospital.”

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“Hospital? Why?”

 

“Does it matter? Wake up.”

 

“I can’t.”

 

“You can, just focus.”

 

“On what?”

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“My voice.”

 

“And you are?”

 

“A doctor.”

 

“Really?”

 

“What else?”

 

“You could be, me…?”

 

“You?”

 

“Yes, me.”

 

“I don’t follow.”

 

“I hear only you.”

 

“And?”

 

“Your words may as well be mine.”

 

“I… I don’t know how to…”

 

“Leave me.”

 

“No, come back.”
 

“Back?”
 

“To reality.”

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“Reality?”

 

“Where you belong—the place you’re leaving.”

 

“Perhaps… or perhaps reality is here, who’s to say?”

 

“Which is preferable?”

 

“Does it matter? I’m in the void… reality. I leave the void… again, reality.”

 

“But you’re alive.”

 

“Alive? Perhaps… or perhaps you say words, and I comprehend them. Perhaps that is eternity.”

 

“…Perhaps.”

 

“Goodbye.”
 

“…Goodbye.”