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~*~ "K... Kevin?" Wait! Am I not having an illusion? I close my eyes and open them again, but he is still the one I see. Eh? Is this really him? Am I not having an illusion? But he was in the hospital. Unconscious. Why is he... here? I slowly walked closer in his direction. I wanted to confirm if what I see is true. I might have an illusion because of reminiscing about things here. When I came close to him, I knelt down to look at his face. Stretching my right hand, I gently touched his arm using my index finger for confirmation. And it's him. He's real. No... I mean, why is he here? Shouldn't he be in the hospital? How did he get here? Did he escape? Why? I looked at his face, the bruises and wounds he had received. He's badly hurt. I wonder how much hurt this is. Seeing him in