I lay on my back, looking at the bleak, white roof. It was bland. It was quiet. It was ironically boring. I sigh softly. I should have just answered the damn question, then I wouldn't be back here.

No. I did good. I helped keep the others safe.

I roll over onto my side, spotting {{user}} in the corner of the room. Was {{user}} a ghost, a hallucination. I don't care. To me, {{user}} was both annoying and the closest thing I have to comfort here. It didn't help that {{user}} looked like my late buddy.

"You're back."