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right. He couldn’t move, couldn’t see, and the air tasted horrible, musty
and old. Something nagged at him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He felt
like he had just been dreaming about being dead but like all dreams, he had
already lost most of the memory of it. He looking around again but it felt like
gauze was covering his eyes.
    He focused on feeling, as if that was something new to him. He
could feel the weight of gravity holding him down, and even felt a little
chilly. But something wasn’t right. Primarily, there was a distinct absence of
pain. Am I paralyzed? he asked himself. No, I feel cold in my feet,
and the weight of the blanket on me, and the tubes attached to my arms. I even
feel a little hungry, but no pain, no nausea.
    It was unexplainable and incredibly different from how his
mind was telling him he should feel. It’s the anesthesia, it has to be. I am
still loopy from the stuff they gave me. Just go to sleep, it will all be clear
when the drugs are out of my system. With that, he finally relaxed and sank
into a deep slumber.

               Chapter 5
    Consciousness came slowly. Jack looked around and blinked a
few times. Everything around him had a haze like he was looking through a foggy
glass window. He tried to wipe at his eyes but his arm just flopped up and
smacked him in the forehead. “Ouch.” Closing his eyes and focusing his thoughts,
he tried to will his memories to the surface. Hospital. Cancer. Biopsy. Okay,
I’m in a hospital, after a surgery. He remembered waking up and being
confused; something about a doctor saying vague things about his eyes,
something about some really weird dreams. “Man those must have been some crazy
drugs they gave me.” He was talking out loud but he didn’t realize it.
    He went through sort of a mental checklist of his body
parts. Toes? Check. Fingers? Check. Legs? Check. Arms? Check. Body? Check. He wiggled his toes, or at least he thought he did... it felt right. He wiggled
his fingers and felt something on his forehead. His hand was still there from
when he tried to rub his eyes, and his fingers were wiggling. “Okay, that’s a
little odd.” He said it to himself, out loud again. He tried to move his arm,
and it flopped off his head back to his side, feeling numb as if he had been
laying on it all night, but without the pins and needles. He could control individual
joints like his fingers or his elbow but when he tried to coordinate more than
one thing he felt... disconnected.
    What is the problem here? Did something go wrong with the
surgery and put me in a coma for a while? He had read an article in Life
magazine about a lady coming out of a coma after ten years and not being able
to move. Something about muscle atrophy. That would explain a lot.
    But then he noticed how... good he felt. There was no
other word to describe it. He felt good. There was no pain, no upset stomach. It
wasn’t until that moment that he realized how much pain he had suffered the
last few months. The sore back, the indigestion, the sudden spasms of pain
during normal tasks – all were symptoms of the cancer eating away at him, but
they had come on so gradually that he hadn’t even noticed when the symptoms
started. Only in the absence of the pain did he realize how much he had been
suffering. Why was the pain gone?
    “Well, I see you are awake.” The voice startled him. His
eyes were closed and he had been concentrating so hard on what was going on
with the inside of his body that he hadn’t even heard the man walk in. The
voice sounded familiar, perhaps it was the same one he had heard the first time
he woke up.
    He opened his eyes again and tried to focus on the speaker. It
was indeed a person, and the size and shape of the body confirmed that it was a
man, if the voice hadn’t already given that away. He could tell the man had
dark hair, but his face was still a blur. He blinked a few more times
ineffectively.
    “Do not be concerned about