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He woke up as usual. 10:30 on the clock, same bleached white sheets, same white walls with thin strips of blue pasted messily on, same date on the calendar. He hadn't been able to get out of the bed and cross the date out in a while, he'd stopped counting days after 2.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Wincing a little, he propped himself up and tried not to think about high his hospital bill must've been by then. It had to be hitting the millions right about now, he grinned at the thought of running away from the people who'd saved him.
As if he could get anywhere by crawling, he stared down at himself in distaste.
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The day passed by normally for the both of them. Or, it just followed the regular routine. She went to work at her shitty day job as usual, he sat and looked through his old notebooks as usual. Filled with pictures and drawings and text from before. The nostalgia brought him both pain and relief. Pictures from a party, drunken pictures blurry and printed out in black and white, some of them taped, others glued messily. Some pages wouldn't open because of the glue. He wondered what was in them. He couldn't have remembered anything about what they came from, he couldn't have remembered his own name. He sighed.
'Evan. My name is Evan' The words felt strange once they escaped from his lips. No, they felt natural in his head, but they sounded wrong. He wondered if they'd all been lying to him this whole time. If he was really someone else sitting in Evan's bed wearing Evan's clothes. He shuddered at the thought that he wasn't Evan.
'No. I'm Evan' He decided as usual. He then spent the rest of the day staring out of the windows into the city below.

Description
He woke up as usual. 10:30 on the clock, same bleached white sheets, same white walls with thin strips of blue pasted messily on, same date on the calendar. He hadn't been able to get out of the bed and cross the date out in a while, he'd stopped counting days after 2.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Wincing a little, he propped himself up and tried not to think about high his hospital bill must've been by then. It had to be hitting the millions right about now, he grinned at the thought of running away from the people who'd saved him.
As if he could get anywhere by crawling, he stared down at himself in distaste.
--
The day passed by normally for the both of them. Or, it just followed the regular routine. She went to work at her shitty day job as usual, he sat and looked through his old notebooks as usual. Filled with pictures and drawings and text from before. The nostalgia brought him both pain and relief. Pictures from a party, drunken pictures blurry and printed out in black and white, some of them taped, others glued messily. Some pages wouldn't open because of the glue. He wondered what was in them. He couldn't have remembered anything about what they came from, he couldn't have remembered his own name. He sighed.
'Evan. My name is Evan' The words felt strange once they escaped from his lips. No, they felt natural in his head, but they sounded wrong. He wondered if they'd all been lying to him this whole time. If he was really someone else sitting in Evan's bed wearing Evan's clothes. He shuddered at the thought that he wasn't Evan.
'No. I'm Evan' He decided as usual. He then spent the rest of the day staring out of the windows into the city below.