epilogue

nothing to say

Where was I? My thoughts felt like they were swimming through Jell-O. How did I get here? Did I even know my name? 

I racked my brain for anything that could help me make sense of things. And there it was! My name was Bones! Well, no, technically it was Hank Martin, but I was way more Bones than I was Hank Martin.

Why had I woken up? Oh yes, because an incessant beeping was going off right by my ear, and for some reason, it kinda annoyed me—couldn’t a guy get some sleep around here? I was so tired . . . BEEP . . . BEEP . . . BEEP.

I lay there with my eyes closed, hoping the beeping would stop, but it didn’t. Well, I guess I wouldn’t be falling back into oblivion anytime soon so I might as well open my eyes and get a look around. 

The first thing I saw was a bunch of tubes running in and out of my arm, like I was some kind of science experiment. All the tubes looked scary, too, like there was something really, really wrong with me and they were trying to fix it with more and more tubes but they couldn’t. And I felt sick, too . . . really sick. 

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