Matt regained consciousness, lying in the hospital, dazed, confused, and sore.
“What happened?” Matt asked.
“We don’t know, you walked in the house late last night, bloody from all the lacerations. You fainted as you walked in the door.” Emily answered.
“Shawn, they took Shawn.” Matt slurred.
“Shawn! My brother! Vigilance kidnapped him!”
“Matt, you don’t have a brother, you’re an only child.”
“What are you talking about?!”
The nurse walked into the room from all of the commotion.
“What’s going on?”
“He’s talking about some imaginary brother.” Emily answered.
“He’s on morphine, probably just high out of his mind.”
“I feel fine! I know I have a brother! Vigilance took Shawn!” Matt yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Mr. Miller, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The nurse said.
“Okay. Probably a good thing, he seems to need rest.”
“Let’s go Em, bye Matt.”
Mr. Miller and Emily walked out of the room and headed home. The nurse grabbed a needle and filled it with medicine.
“Don’t talk about Vigilance!” The nurse whispered angrily as she stabbed Matt in the thigh with the piercing needle.
Matt immediately fell unconscious after the red serum was injected into him. The powerful narcotic kept him unconscious for longer then six hours.
"You're not the same nurse I had earlier." Matt said dazedly to the nurse looking over his charts by his bed.
"Sure I am I've been here all day; the morphine must have given you a weird dream." the nurse said.
"I guess, where's my dad?"
"He just left; he said he'll be back tomorrow."
Matt fell asleep and awoke the next morning to see his dad, Emily, and Bryton in his hospital room.
"Hey! He's awake!" Emily said loudly.
"What happened to you? You look terrible!" Bryton said.
"Chased vigilance soldiers, they took Shawn."
"This again? What are they giving you to make you have such weird dreams?" Mr. Miller asked.
The nurse from last night came into the room.
"Hey, how you feeling?" she asked.
"Still delusional." Emily answered.
"Still talking about some brother he doesn't have." Mr. Miller said.
"Dad! How could you forget your own son?!"
"I didn't, he's right in front of me lying in a hospital bed."
"Seriously Matt, who's Shawn?" Bryton asked.
"Just forget it." Matt said angrily.
"That stuff must give you weird dreams." Mr. Miller said pointing to the IV bag containing the morphine.
"yeah, it can sometimes." the nurse said.
"How did I get all these cuts if it was just a dream?"
"Rev-cycle crash, you were racing someone." the nurse answered.
"And the gun shot?"
"It’s not a gunshot; part of the cycle broke off in the crash and impaled your leg."
Matt sighed; they seemed to have a reason for everything.
"Was it really a dream? Why was it so vivid? Why do I remember having a brother my whole life but now no one remembers him?" Matt asked himself in his head. Mr. Miller, Emily, and Bryton left the hospital soon after and Matt fell asleep.