I feel dizzy. My head is spinning.
What is happening? My eyes are blinded by to me unknown source of light, aiming for my gaze, not letting me see where have I ended up. Only the soft, freezing wind brushing against my skin somehow keeps my mind calm.
I was walking towards a bus stop a second ago, and when the bus was on its way towards me, the headlights...
They took over my vision...
Why?
..
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My eyes seem to have adjusted to the light. Perhaps I'll see where am I...
I think to myself as I notice a pale man, much taller than me, reaching his hand towards me. His white skin is almost blinding. I take a quick look into his blue eyes before I realize I'm falling.
..
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And then I open my eyes again.
I see a panicking doctor's face above me, his lips moving, what... What is he saying?
His eyebrows just above his thick glasses shape themselves into a worrisome look together with his dark brown eyes as he screams.
Around him all I can see is light. I notice I have a headache. Oh dear, I should really go home.
"What?.." I mumble, finally catching onto some of his words.

"Stay with me Tom! Stay with me!"
Tom? I think to myself. My name is Jason.
The headache gets much worse when I actually hear the doctor's piercing voice. I seem to be laying down as he's taking me somewhere in a hurry. But before I get to ask questions, I pass out.
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Years have passed since that incident. I remember it randomly and decide to ask my mother about it.
"You have never been to a hospital, let alone due to an emergency ", she raises her eyebrows and begins cleaning the dishes again. I shrug it off as a weird dream I've had. After all, I'm not Tom, I'm Jason.
I grab my bag and go towards the bus stop. A strange nostalgia that I haven't experienced before hits me.
And I forget what I'm doing, and I pass out...
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"Jason, are you okay?" I hear my mother's soft worried voice, so caring, caressing my ears softly... If only this sharp pain in my arm didn't distract me.
I open my eyes and notice my arm appears to be in an unnatural shape.
She keeps calling out to me, but I can't stop thinking about the strange feeling I've had a second ago.
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I've had a couple regular check ups, but they've changed my doctor after taking off my cast. I don't mind it. He works just a couple of rooms away from the previous one.
I walk into the waiting room. There are already three people sitting in a line; first a man holding his arm in a tight grip with a painful expression in his face.
Next to him a woman, gently patting his shoulder. His wife, I suppose. I hope he's okay.
A man next to them who seems almost mysterious, has his face burrowed into a newspaper. He's wearing gloves and a strange hat. I think nothing of it and sit a couple of seats away from him, minding my own business.
When the man gasping in pain leaves the waiting room after being escorted by a young nurse, the doctor calls out my name.
The strange man is still focused on his newspaper, I believe he hasn't even turned a single page yet. But I think nothing of it.
I look up and gasp in surprise. The doctor's mustache, his thick eyebrows, his thick glasses... Could it be..?
Perhaps a coincidence? He looks oddly familiar, and he has clearly aged, with some gray stripes decorating his mustache.
I walk inside with him and answer all his questions with a simple nod, until I ask, suddenly and unexpectedly even to myself.
"Have we met before? No, I'm sure we haven't. I recall every single face I've ever seen", he smirks at me reassuringly, with a raised eyebrow suggesting my question took him by surprise.
But he begins typing on his keyboard again, and I think nothing of it.
I let the nurse escort me back into the waiting room as I briefly thank the doctor, though he says nothing in return.
As I walk out, the nurse says a name that doesn't even reach my ears. It sounds like static.
The man, being the only one left in the waiting room, puts his newspaper aside and stands up. I notice how tall he is, almost two meters, I feel like.
Out of curiosity I look into his face.
His pale face and blue, almost blinding eyes...
I feel dizzy. The doctor seems older if my memory can be trusted, but this ghost like, menacing figure hasn't aged a single day.
He smiles at me, clearly already aware of my presence.
"Good to see you, Tom", his words hitting me like a sudden headache.