As night descended, the hospital grew quiet, with most doctors, including the head doctor, Dr. Tom, heading home. Mike lay alone in his bed, his eyes wide open but unseeing, his mind racing with thoughts.

A nurse entered his room, breaking the silence. "Do you need anything?" She asked after inspecting his condition.

"Yes, I need my sight back!" Mike said.

“That's not what I meant,” The nurse, taken aback, tried to clarify, but Mike's frustration boiled over.

"If you can't restore my sight, I don't want anything from you!" he shouted, tears streaming down his face.

The nurse stood stunned, her mouth agape, but no words came out. She gathered her file and stepped back. “Relax for now, you will be attended to tomorrow morning,” she said, and when she reached the door she switched off the light, plunging Mike into darkness. She exited the room and closed the door behind her.

Mike closed his eyes, surrendering to his thoughts once more.

"Will I truly spend the rest of my life in blindness?"

"How will my family cope with this?"

"Will Stefan still want to be friends with a blind person?"

"How will my classmates react when they see me like this? Will Laura mock me, and will Christina join in?"

The relentless stream of questions brought forth a fresh wave of tears, as Mike's despair seemed to know no bounds.

Suddenly, his body contorted in agony as a searing pain ravaged him. His screams echoed through the room, summoning a team of nurses who rushed to his side.

"What's happening? How are you feeling?" the earlier nurse asked, her face furrowed with concern.

"Something's moving inside me! It's excruciating!" Mike replied, his voice heavy with anguish. He thrashed about, drenched in sweat. "Get it out of me, please!"

Three doctors hastened into the room, lifting Mike back onto the bed. One of them conducted a hasty examination, listening to his internal organs with a stethoscope. After a moment, he shook his head. "I can't find anything wrong with him."

But Mike's torment intensified. He felt an eerie movement in his stomach, as if something was splitting and spreading to his extremities – hands, legs, spine, and head.

He clutched his eyes as a throbbing pain assaulted him. The medical team scrambled to assist him, baffled by his inexplicable suffering.

As the pain finally subsided, Mike lay calm and still. The doctors and nurses exhaled a collective sigh of relief, preparing to exit the room. But Mike's voice halted them.

"Please, switch off the light. It hurts,” he said, turning his head to the side, clearly avoiding the light.

The nurses’ eyes widened in astonishment. "You can see!?" One of them exclaimed.

Dr. Kent's curiosity was piqued. "You can actually perceive the light?" He asked as he approached him.

Dr. Stiles flashed a small torch in Mike's eyes, but he recoiled, covering his eyes in pain. "What's that thing? My eyes are burning!"

The doctors' faces fell, their hopes dashed. They had thought Mike's sight was returning, but even light had become his enemy. With disappointment visible on their faces, they exited the room.

Mike's mind reeled in confusion, struggling to comprehend the sudden transformation within him. The unfathomable pain he endured had altered something fundamental, accompanied by a persistent, indistinct hum echoing in his mind.

He cautiously turned towards the light bulb, but the intense pain that pierced his eyes forced him to recoil, biting back a scream.

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Desperate for clarity, Mike turned towards the room, attempting to focus on his surroundings. However, everything appears distorted and blurry, as if viewed through smudged glasses. Frustration and despair washed over him as he wiped away tears and clenched his eyes shut, defeated.

A few minutes later, a familiar sound behind him broke into Mike's thoughts. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to investigate, and everything around him transformed into a surreal scene.

The room was bathed in an eerie, unfamiliar color, leaving him bewildered. He gasped softly, closed his eyes, and reopened them to confirm if the vision was real, only to be met with more perplexity.

"Can I actually see? Has my sight returned? Is this just a dream?" Mike exclaimed to himself, his voice trembling with excitement as he rose from his bed. "This can't be a dream; I'm really seeing! My sight is back!"

He rushed to the door and grasped the handle, but it was locked. He knocked repeatedly, hoping someone would hear him and open the door, but his pleas went unanswered. He understood why – maybe they were tired of his inexplicable problem and didn't want to be disturbed.

"No need to cause a scene out there; I need to find another way out," Mike thought, his mind racing.

But something feels off. The colors in this room aren't normal. He looked up, wondering if the light bulb's glow was distorting his vision, but his jaw dropped when he saw the bulb was off, casting no light at all. Yet, he could still see.

Mike didn't dwell on the incredible scene before him; his priority was to escape and go home. His gaze fell upon the large sliding glass window in the room. He approached it, opened it, and peered down to gauge the building's height.

"Damn, it's incredibly high!" Mike muttered under his breath. "How am I going to climb down from here?"

He stood resolutely on the third floor of the five-story building, gazing down at the ground below with unwavering determination.

"I must get home as soon as possible; my family must be frantic with worry," he said to himself, steeling himself.

With a deep breath, he began his descent, his hands and feet finding holds in the window sills as he climbed down with practiced ease.

Despite the hospital wall being slick with rain, Mike's grip remained steady, his fingers digging into the crevices with a strength born of desperation. The rain had slowed to a gentle patter, but the occasional drop still fell, casting tiny ripples on the puddles below. His focus never wavered, his eyes fixed on the ground as he navigated the treacherous wall.

Then, in an instant, disaster struck. A brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the sky, its reflection on the window blindside Mike, forcing him to recoil in pain. His grip loosened, and he felt himself falling, the wind whipping his face as he plummeted towards the ground.

Fear surged through Mike's veins like ice water, his heart racing with terror. A jumble of thoughts assailed him: "Is this the end? Will I die now that my sight is returning?"

"Can my family cope with the shock of my death?"

“Will my reckless actions bring shame to the hospital?"

The questions swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, threatening to consume him.

With a desperate cry, Mike voiced his refusal to accept fate. "No, no, no! I won't die! I still have so much to do!" His voice was lost in the wind, but his determination remained unbroken. "I'm too young to die! I'm just too young!"

The words became a mantra, echoing in his mind as he struggled to come to terms with his predicament.

As thunder boomed through the sky, the air around Mike began to shift and swirl, as if charged with an electric current. His body started to radiate a strange, pulsating aura, like a beacon summoning an otherworldly force. Mike felt an intense surge of energy coursing through his veins, like a torrent of sparks igniting his very being.

"What the hell is happening to me?!" he silently screamed, his mind reeling in terror as the pain he had felt earlier returned, this time focusing on a specific area – his back.

A massive orange mist materialized out of thin air, enveloping the area and slowing his descent. Amidst this chaos, a fierce anger erupted within Mike as he saw a crimson smoke coalescing around his back, its reflection visible in a second-floor window.

Mike tried to scream, but his voice was silenced, just as it had been when he encountered the shadowy mist the previous night. With searing pain, something began to emerge from his spine, like a creature awakening from a deep slumber.

The orange mist gradually dissipated, and Mike felt himself fluttering, weightless, until he landed safely on the ground, his pain subsiding. With utter astonishment, Mike stood up, gazing around in wonder.

"Did I really fall from that place without landing back in the hospital, or probably in coma?" he thought, his mind struggling to comprehend the events unfolding around him.

He turned to brush off the dirt from his pants and noticed the torn fabric on his back. "What the hell is happening to me?" he whispered in confusion..

Just then, a menacing voice echoed from behind him. "Hey, you there! Who are you?"

Mike turned to face a middle-aged man approaching him, his uniform a deep, foreboding blue – a color Mike recognized as belonging to the hospital's security team. But how could he see the color in the dark? Mike's mind reeled with questions.

"He must not know who I am, or he'll drag me back to the hospital," Mike thought, his instincts urging him to flee.

Ignoring the security guard, Mike hastily made his way towards the hospital's exit, desperate to escape the mysterious forces closing in around him.