Apr 1
<- As you feel the warmth of reality lure you back in, you open your eyes to a dotted white ceiling. To your left: you can see and hear the beeping of machines, which importantly, you are attached to. To your right: A simple end table with a get well bag (with some kind of envelope sticking out), an elaborate vase full of flowers, and your ID.
While the area is curtained off and for the most part barren, you can be sure you know where you are by the blue and red hospital gown you are wearing (, as well as the notably not so saturated pink you are and the fact you are now again Very Human.)
oh my god you cannot be serious
