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Hospital
You're unconscious, which is not unusual, but this unconsciousness seems to stretch across a vast length of time in a way unconsciousness does not. It is dark. There is a buzzing in your ears.
You start to feel that you may not be unconscious after all. You feel no bodily sensation, but nevertheless you push yourself upwards, away from the dark and toward the buzzing. It feels like swimming through thick mud while also not feeling like anything at all. The buzzing slows and grows louder and soon you realize it's not a buzz at all, but a machine, beeping regularly.
Your hand bursts out of the not mud. You grasp for purchase and find something cloth to hold. You pull, heaving yourself upwards into cool dry air. You collapse, panting, onto your back and lay there for a long moment. The beep is very close now. With incredible exertion you open one heavy eyelid and see a box loudly displaying numbers to an empty room. It is measuring your heat beeps.
Exhausted, you drift back into a friendlier, more traditional unconsciousness.
Later, you wake up in the hospital bed to find so many tubes going into you that it's hard to tell where you stop and where the equipment keeping you alive starts. There is one window and one door. No one is here, but there's a book on a table just barely within your reach.