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began to go, relief washing over me. Then a thought shot into my head.
                  Ten months? Who has been cleaning me up all this time? Where was my family? Where they here somewhere, safe, or still at home, waiting for my return? Why weren’t they here, waiting for me to wake up?
                  What the fuck was going on?
                  The dim light cast an evil looking shadow through the room, but even still, it was enough to allow me to see into the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize the man in the mirror. My hair was shaggy and unkempt, and my beard seemed to have been allowed to grow wild. I didn’t seem to be too malnourished, so obviously someone had been taking care of me. My heart hoped that it was my beloved Crystal, but my head told me that it was a false hope.
                  I stripped my shirt off, and twisted the sinks handle. Only a few small drips came out, and I hit the side of the basin, frustrated. I could smell myself, and it annoyed me. Then I heard a small hiss emanating from above me. I looked towards the sound and upon seeing the small automated air-freshener, smiled. I put one foot on the toilet and the other on the sink, and then reached up to it. It took only a single tug to rip the cover off, and inside I saw the small amount of the aromatic fluid used to cover the bathrooms smell.
    Better to smell like a hospital than a fucking hippie , I thought.
    I laughed and shook my head, looking back into the mirror in order to inspect the wound on my head.
    I gingerly touched the gauze wrapping my head. The touch didn’t hurt, so the pain must have been just a severe headache. I leaned closer and noticed the smallest hint of a scar peeking from under the gauze beneath my left eye. My heart started thumping in my chest as I reached up and started to slowly unwind the bandages. I gasped as I let the thin material fall to the ground. There was a thick pad over my eye, held down with tape. Bright pink lines stretched above and below it, evidence of fresh scarring, wounds that had just recently finished closing up. I saw my hand shake as I reached up and began to pull the tape away from my flesh. When the pad fell away, a gasp left my lips and I turned quickly away from the mirror, tears springing from the right eye.
                  The eye was gone. I turned back to the mirror, my vision blurred by hot tears flowing freely. Where my left eye used to be was nothing but a gaping, disfigured hole. The once almond shape was twisted into a thin line, the fresh scars still puffy and swollen. Reaching to the ground, I snatched the gauze back up, wrapping it back around my head, covering the wound. I got it pretty much too where it just covered the eye, and felt like some cheesy character out of a low budget action flick. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself, and with a last glance into the mirror, walked back into the hall.
                  And right into some kid.
                  He went sprawling onto the floor, and a young girl was at his side instantly, making sure he was okay and helping him to stand back up. As he regained his feet, he shot me a dirty look, and proceeded to straighten out his clothing. It didn’t help. The boy couldn’t have been much older than my oldest daughter, but I was amazed to see that he had more metal in his face than I did in my whole body. He wore baggy, tattered jeans, a thick chain hanging from his belt and leading to his back pocket. His shirt advertised some band I had never heard of, and it was dirty and torn. His dark hair was long, and styled in a fashion that brought images of Goth kids to mind.
                  The girl with him could not have been any more opposite. She was pretty, almost preppy. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a harsh bun, and she wore small glasses. She spoke with quick concise words, but even still I could hear the care in her voice.