The first thing that comes back to you is your hearing or that's what he was always told. He had never actually passed out to find the truth. Now he knew it was real. His eyes were still closed as he heard his mom, dad, and sister talking. They were discussing dinner. Who was going to stay here while the others got food. Where was here? Why didn't they ask him what he wanted? He was hungry too.

Finally he let out a groan which caught his guest's attention immediately.

"Morty?" He heard his mom. "Morty honey!"

Morty only let out another sound as a pain started to form in his stomach.

Then the sense of touch, someone was gripping his right hand…and his left hand. Both hands were being squeezed. He was sure someone else was touching his foot. He wanted to tell them to stop squeezing so hard but couldn't talk. Then there was air blowing into his nose. It was forcing itself into his nose, he couldn't stop it. He let out another groan, trying to talk to the world. To let them know he was uncomfortable.

"It's alright honey." He felt a hard squeeze to his left hand. "We're right here." His mother kept talking. "Jerry go get the doctor." His mom said forcefully.

He wanted to sleep, he felt so groggy.

Finally he was able to open his eyes, the dark room turning into a white well lit room. He looked up at his mom who had tears streaming down her face. "Oh Morty!" His mom said ecstatically touching his cheek.

"Mom…" Morty said shakily then looked around at his surroundings. He was in a hospital, a Earth hospital. "Why...why am I in a Earth hospital?"

His mother looked taken aback by the question, "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"We were in a car accident four months ago." Summer said.

Morty didn't understand, he…was just awake. He didn't remember the accident but four months? He was just out with Rick yesterday. His mouth opened, about to ask questions when a doctor walked in with Jerry following behind.

The doctor walked up next to him shining a light into the teen's eyes. "Hey there Morty, how ya doing?" the doctor asked smiling.

"Good, I guess." Morty said.

The man pulled out a stethoscope as he listened to his heart then lungs. "Do you feel weak or any pain?"

"I have a little pain in my stomach." Morty said.

"That's unusual. You're stomach was fine when you came in." The doctor felt around Morty's stomach stopping when Morty flinched. "Alright, I'm going to order some xrays and make an appointment for the physical therapist to meet you. Four months is a long time to go without walking. Your muscles won't be what they used to."

Morty didn't know what look he had on his face but it must have been of disbelief.

"Don't worry. You will be up and walking before you know it. Do you have any other questions?"

Morty looked around the room, his mom, his dad, Summer…then it hit him. "Where's Rick?"

"Who?" the doctor asked looking up at Beth and Jerry for clarification.

"Rick. Where is he? Is he in the garage?" It would be like him to not visit often. Morty would believe that.

"Who's Rick?" Beth asked.

"You know! Grandpa Rick!"

"Is he talking about your father?" Jerry asked Beth.

"Yeah, where is he?" How could his mom forget the man she always seemed to idolize?

"Honey." Beth said, "You never met him. He left when I was younger. I got the call two days before the accident. He was found in a hotel outside of town."

Then Jerry pretend to sneeze saying, "Drug overdose" which got him a glare from Beth.

"No, we were just on the Nebula Galaxy collecting shards." Morty said. He remembered it too vividly. "Then we ran into gromflomites who almost caught us but they missed Rick and hit my back with a paralyzing dart. They caught me and kneed me in the... the"

"The imagination can be quite exquisite when you are young." The doctor said.

Morty gently touched his stomach. He was kneed in the stomach.

The two looked up at the doctor who motioned toward the door. They were whispering amongst themselves. Suddenly Morty found it hard to breath. His vision was tunneling as he felt the world spinning. "This is a joke." Morty mumbled. "Summer, you know Rick, right?"

"No, never met the guy before the funeral. He looked super creepy. You should be glad you didn't have to go." Summer said texting on her phone.

Morty started choking on air as he tried to piece everything together. Nothing made sense. He went to jump out of the bed falling to the ground. He felt ill, his stomach was twisting. He felt an arm grab him but he tore it away, vomiting to the ground. He felt someone touch him trying to sooth him. "I…can't…breath…I…" He really couldn't breath.

"Deep breaths Morty. Listen to my voice. Take long deep breaths."

Morty tried to focus on the voice. He attempted to follow it's command, taking deep breaths. Something grabbed him from behind, he shoved his fist at it, trying to get it away.

Morty tried to think everything through, nothing made sense. Finally he passed out falling over.

He woke up the next day to the white room again. His parents and sister were gone. A nurse walked in looking shocked to see the teen up, "Good morning dear."

"Good Morning...where's my family?" Morty asked.

"You attempted to get up yesterday and punched your mother pretty good before passing out. You gave her quite a black eye." The woman started changing the IV bag.

"Oh."

"To answer your question, your family has to go to work and school during the day. They took a lot of time at the beginning and can't take time off anymore. They will be back around three." The woman said. "Your physical therapist will be up in an hour. People are always disoriented when they wake up from a coma after several months." The nurse said. "Do you like animals? Your parents sometimes brought your cute little dog in here to visit you." the nurse said changing the subject.

Morty sighed, maybe he did somehow make it all up…