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that I’m awake yet. I try to say something but my mouth is dry, just a raspy sound comes out. My

mom notices first and sends my dad to go get the doctors.

“How are you feeling honey? Do you need anything?” She asked.

I try to say something again but my throat is to dry. I start to cough. Just then a doctor comes in looking surprised.

“Look who’s finally awake! How do you feel? Any pains anywhere?” The doctor asked

“She tried to talk earlier but she couldn’t,” my mom says nervously.

The doctor gets a glass of water and I feel so much better.

“I don’t hurt anywhere. What happened, why am I here?” I ask.

“You don’t remember?” asked my dad.

I shake my head. My memories seem fuzzy.

My mom said, “You were playing a game with Jenna and you weren’t looking where you were going and ran into the fence. You hit your head very hard. You have been in a coma for three days now. You don’t remember any of that?”

“It is very common to not remember things when you wake up from a coma.” The doctor says.

“Wait a minute, what about the cheetahs and the graveyard?” I shout “and the government shutting all the doors forever and ever?”

My parents exchange a glance. “That must have been a dream sweetie,” My mom says.

“You need your rest. You can talk more in the morning,” the doctor then messes with my IV and my limbs feel heavy.

The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is my mom, “She has some imagination! Think about it, cheetahs in a graveyard! Where does a nine year old come up with that?”

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