The hospital doors burst open as the paramedics rushed Allen into the emergency ward, his body battered and bruised. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding him with a flurry of activity."Get him on the table, now!" a doctor yelled, as they quickly transferred Allen to a gurney.A nurse began to cut away his clothes, revealing the extent of his injuries. "Oh my god," she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.A doctor stepped forward, his face set in a determined expression. "Let's get to work. We need to stabilize him, stat!"The team moved with precision, their hands moving swiftly as they inserted IVs, attached monitors, and administered medication. Allen's eyes fluttered open, his gaze darting wildly around the room."Hey, Allen, can you hear me?" a nurse asked, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're safe now. We've got you."Allen's eyes locked onto hers, his mouth opening in a silent scream as the pain and chaos overwhelmed him.The medical team continued their work, thei

Allen's eyes snapped open in the darkened hospital room. He lay still for a moment, listening to the steady beep of the machines surrounding him. He was tired of this place, tired of the constant questions and the endless tests. He just wanted to go home.But every time he asked to be discharged, the doctors and nurses would shake their heads. "Not yet, Mr. Allen," they would say. "You're not ready."Allen threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was ready. He had to get out of here.He slowly got to his feet, his head spinning slightly. He took a deep breath and began to make his way across the room, his eyes fixed on the door.As he reached the doorway, he hesitated. The hallway was dimly lit, but he could see the nurses' station at the far end. He knew they would stop him if they saw him trying to leave.Allen took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. He moved quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his chest.He reached the elevators and p

Allen's body convulsed on the floor, his eyes scrunched shut behind the sunglasses. He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving with sobs.A woman cane forward, dressed in what seemed like a lab coat and stared at Allen with contempt. Her voice cut through the air, irritation etched in her tone. "That's enough, Mr. Allen. Stop pretending."But Allen couldn't stop. The memories kept coming, a relentless barrage of images and emotions that threatened to tear him apart.The other people in the room exchanged skeptical glances. "He's faking it, Dr. Taylor." one of them said to the woman. Dr. Taylor's expression turned cold. "Mr. Allen, I warn you. Stop this charade immediately."But Allen's body continued to shake, his face contorted in anguish. He was beyond control, lost in a maelstrom of memories that refused to let him go."Stop it!" Dr. Taylor's voice rose to a shout. "Stop it now!"But Allen couldn't stop. He was trapped in a living nightmare, and the memories just kept coming.O

Allen's feet pounded the pavement, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to run. He had no idea where he was going, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep moving. As he ran, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the sunglasses, slipping them onto his face.At first, nothing seemed to change. But then, something strange began to happen. As he looked through the lenses, the familiar streets and buildings around him started to stir a deep memory. He slowed his pace, his mind racing with fragments of recollection.Wait, hadn't he turned left up ahead before? And wasn't there a big oak tree on the corner of his street? The memories were hazy, but they felt real.With growing excitement, Allen picked up his pace again, his feet carrying him in a direction he hadn't consciously chosen. But as he ran, the memories grew stronger, more vivid. He remembered the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the sidewalk. He remembered th

Stephanie helped Allen into the hot bath, trying to relax his tense muscles. As he settled in, she noticed that he was moving slowly, his actions labored. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. Allen nodded, his eyes closed. "Yeah, I'm fine." But Stephanie wasn't convinced. She had never seen her brother like this before. He was always so full of energy, so vibrant. Now, he seemed drained, exhausted and she knew that it wasn't because of his injury. As she helped him wash his body, he suddenly leaned forward, his body convulsing. Stephanie rushed to grab a towel as he threw up, the water splashing everywhere. "Oh my god, Allen!" she exclaimed, alarm rising. "You need to see a doctor!" But Allen shook his head, his face pale. "No, I'm fine. Just...just tired." Stephanie frowned, unconvinced. "Tired? You're throwing up, Allen! Something's wrong!" But Allen refused to listen, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "I said I'm fine, Steph. Drop it." Stephanie sighed