Where am I?

Am I still alive?

It's so dark and cold. I feel so tired.

A voice... so far away. Someone�'s talking to me but I'm not able to understand the words. Everything is dimmed.

The voice is speaking gently to me. Full of warmth... Baloo.

I want to answer him. I want to tell him that I'm fine and he doesn't have to worry... but I don't know how. I can't even form words in my mind.

I want to open my eyes and look at him. I want to see his face... but I can�t open my eyes. They feel so heavy. I'm so tired.

Slightly I can feel him holding my hand. I want to squeeze back, move my fingers but I feel too weak. I can't move.

Please, don't leave, Papa Bear...

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