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I was lying in bed. It was too comfortable to get out of, but I had to. Work was calling. I pulled myself from the bed and rubbed my eyes. The light from behind the shades blinded me. I head into the shower and ran the hot water. The stream was comfortable on my fur. I applied shampoo to my body and headfur and washed it before heading out to dry myself. I went to the mirror and applied some wax to my headfur and proceeded to put on my suit. I head out to the car and drove off

It was a normal morning.

I sat in the car, listening to a record by Neutral Milk Hotel. I drummed with my paws on the steering wheel to the pace of the music. My job was out of town, so I had a bit to drive. I got out of town and there were, oddly, no cars. I sped up to eighty kilometres per hour, and rode the hills with speed, so to make the trip fun. The CD played a line from the song "two headed boy". The stereo sounded:

"Two-headed boy... There's no reason to gri-"

The stereo stopped. The sound switched from the song to static sound. I hit the stereo lightly and cursed. I looked down on the screen and the pixels were going crazy. I watched it, confused about why it happened. Finally the pixels went back to normal and said a sentence:

"The road"

I got confused and looked forward. A boy sat in the middle of the road. I steered off in panic and crashed into a tree. The airbag hit my face and I passed out. The image of the boy burnt itself into my mind. He had two heads.

I woke up in a hospital. I had bandages almost everywhere. I tried to move, but the pain was too grand. A heartbeat monitor stood next to me and it beeped steadily. The noise was annoying, but I didn't mind. I had survived. There was only one more patient in the room, an old, thin, wolf. He was sleeping, since it was night.

I just lay in the bed, thinking about the two headed boy.

A beautiful, feline, nurse entered. She didn't have regular scrubs, but a short skirted, tight fitting, dress that really defined her large chest, narrow waist and wide hips. She checked me up and way too often got closer with her cleavage to my face. I got annoyed and asked myself what this place was to have such nurses. She then moved to the other patient and lay beside him. The heartbeat monitor sounded static. The other patient's bed squeaked and they had sex. My heartbeat monitor formed the words "beware" and then a line replaced it and a long, never-ending beep. I passed out.

I woke up in the morning. The room was filled with patients, except for the bed from last night. I called the doctor over. He was a big leopard with grey headfur and glasses.

"What happened to the man in that bed?" I asked.

"He passed away last week" the doctor answered confused, "Why do you ask?"

I was shocked. Who had been in the bed? I had to answer the doctor. I just said: "No reason" to get him out of my face. I started to feel cold and asked myself, "What really happened?" Had I gone mad? I refused to believe it. I wanted to get out of the hospital, out of the madness; but I was stuck, stuck in this pain and these bandages. I felt my mind going blank and I passed out.

I woke up. The beeping from my heartbeat monitor was gone. I realized that I wasn't lying down; I was sitting in a wheelchair. The hallway I was in was dark and empty. Papers lay all over the floor. I sat in pain and my eyes faltered from it. But I kept them open. I wanted to see, but I couldn't. I heard footsteps from bare feet. I looked at the direction of the footsteps. I managed to see something, a shape. A woman with dark hair over her face, seemingly feline; she had a dirty, ripped, revealing nursedress. She stopped and pointed at me. The papers flew off the floor and a strong, chilly, wind blew in my face. I saw black and then heard the beeping of the heart monitor. I felt a pain in my side and a thick, hot, liquid ran down from the area of pain. I opened my eyes; I was lying in the hospital bed. My gowns were red on the side, I called for the doctor; silence. The silence was deafening. I called again, yelling as loud as I could. The pain got stronger as I struggled in my bed. I fell out and lost my breath on the cold floor. I could barely see nor breathe and my body was in pain. The blood from my side flooded and coloured my fur red. I heard a violin playing, felt a cool breeze surrounding me and I saw a bright light. Then I felt what felt like a punch to the chest; then another. I woke up and a doctor stood beside me with defibrillators. They rolled me back to my room and left me there. My bandages were off, so I rose up from the bed. My legs still hurt, but I wobbled out of the room. I managed to get to the lobby; it was empty. I head out of the hospital and took the first car I saw. It had the keys in the ignition, so I stepped inside and started it. I drove off. There were no houses. The hospital was the only house in the woods.

I drove through the endless woods in silence. The fur on my cheeks was damp from tears and sweat. The breeze from the AC was comfortable on my face. I saw the end of the woods, so I sped up, longing for freedom. The radio started playing. I recognized the song. It was Neutral Milk Hotel.

"Two headed boy... There's no reason to grieve"

I hit the radio, wanting the song to stop. I started crying. Between my tears I saw something in the road; a boy sitting. I steered to the left. A car appeared as from nowhere and I hit him. I flew out of the windshield.

The last thing I saw was the two headed boy.