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Roxas awoke slowly, his eyelids like lead and his eyes coated in blurry tears. He could make out rough shapes, silhouettes against a bright light above him. He was on his back, and felt soft linen around him. That's odd, he thought, I was standing in the classroom a second ago. Roxas tried to grasp at the names and images that swirled around in his memory, but a splitting pain tore through his daze and through all his efforts out the window. He arched his stiff back and moaned in agony as a sensation like a nail being hammered into his head brought him crashing back to the present. His vision cleared and he saw that he was in a hospital emerg