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When I woke up again I woke to the feeling of pure agony. Slowly unclinching my eyes, I blinked twice to try to get my eyes focused. As they focused I looked around the room. The room reminded me of a hospital for everything was a sterile white. It was as if whoever painted the room tried to give it that endless white room feel and failed.

I turned my head painfully to the side. Looking around, I noticed a mirror. I gasped before hissing from pain. I was in ghost form, which explained why i couldn't go ghost earlier. My face had multiple bruises on it and my torso was covered in cuts and gashes oozing blood and ectoplasm.

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