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A small beam of light coming in from the gap in the window curtains lands on Jimmy’s closed eyes, waking him up from his sleep.

Squirming comfortably, he hugs the soft pillow, pulling the blanket to cover his face, intending to continue sleeping.

But then…

“Didn't he just buy a new phone before this? What's wrong with him contacting us?”

A woman's chattering which is not so foreign to him ruins his mood and comfort.

Jimmy throws back the blanket and then gets up to sit on the nursing bed, waiting for the arrival of the annoying Aunt Molly.

“Oh, you are awake?” says Molly as she enters the treatment room, welcoming Jimmy's morning with a sour face. “That's great! Now get up and wash your face! I can’t waste my time here!”

“Sorry, ma'am!” The nurse politely interferes with Molly. “You can't take him home yet. We still have to wait for the results of the examination and the evaluation of the doctor in charge.”

“Did something happen to him?” asks Jackson McNeil.

“A good Samaritan brought