When I open my eyes, I see a hospital ceiling, and they're looking at me from the bedside...

Aha ha ha ha. That's a bit too perfect.

But it's okay, right?

It's okay for it to end that way, right?

I'm sorry... that I was born.

This dream has been a tremendously long one.
I must have been sleeping for more than a year.

Ah, that's right.

I ran away.
I stepped onto the street when the light was red, and got hit by a motorcycle.
I've been in a coma since then, but I finally woke up.