"Wake up! Stop shouting!"
Francis only felt himself being violently shoved awake from behind. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting at his workstation in casual clothes.
"What's wrong with you, kid? It's broad daylight—why are you talking in your sleep? What Primarch? What Emperor?"
"Your empire's been gone since dawn, kid!" The uncle carrying a thermos patted Francis on the shoulder.
Francis grabbed the fruit knife from the desk and tried to finish himself off, frightening the uncle so badly that he tossed away his thermos, grabbed him, and shouted in terror, "It's not that serious! Talking in your sleep is normal! It's nothing to be ashamed of! Don't get worked up!"
"I'm not worked up! This fucking hallucination is real! I've got something urgent to do—don't stop me!"
Hearing Francis roar like mad, the uncle was practically in tears. What sin had he committed? Why had he bothered commenting on someone's sleep talk?
The people around them rushed over as well. The auntie with a face mask was so startled that her mask cracked and fell apart as she screamed, "Ahhh! Someone's committing suicide! Hurry and save him!"
They used every ounce of strength they had to snatch the knife from Francis's hand. Just as the fruit knife was about to be pulled free, Francis looked at the uncle with utter sincerity and said, "I love you!"
The uncle blushed and loosened his grip. Francis seized the chance and slammed himself forward.
When Francis woke again, he saw a middle-aged doctor holding a medical chart. "For such a minor issue, you want to send him to a mental hospital?"
"Do you also think you came from another world?"
Francis stared at the pen spinning endlessly in the man's hand, then somehow found the strength to