The only thing he could remember at the moment was how epically he had failed to protect Jake from the two Halloween students inside the Haunted House. Wilson opened his eyes slowly, but instead of basking in the green-tinted world Gramps always gave him, he stared at a pure white ceiling. He furrowed his eyebrows at the color. White. Confused red darted around the hospital room for a few moments before he rose up and brought a hand to his face before running it through his hair. What had happened after the battle? His face contorted up when he tried to recall the fight. Wilson could recall the unexplainable sense of rage and possession and paranoia, even a few snippets of his circular logic. He couldn’t understand his peculiar behavior from that day.

Then he noticed his eyelids were heavy. Actually, his entire body felt heavy and sore. It was as if he had been under for a while, but that couldn’t be true, right? Wilson yawned as he looked around the room and noticed a mirror—

Wait. What was that in his reflection?

He slowly leaned over to grab the mirror and stoically scrutinized the markings scribbled on his face. There were no words fit for a decent response.

Instead he got out of bed and tried to look around the room for some water to rub his face with.

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