Alternate Dimension (Part 8)

The television in front of me is turned on to some random channel 24-7. There are times where I don't want to watch it, but I can't do anything about it since I can't switch it off or even close my eyes. All of a sudden, I saw myself on the TV, but this me is in casual wear instead of the hospital clothing and is able move around normally with my own will, like controlling a character in a video game. Previously, it only showed what I'm seeing. I tried to shout "Yay!" with my hands up in the air: well, nothing happened with my body, but the me in the TV screen did what I wanted. I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Later that day, my parents came in my room with tears on their voices. They had been working overseas the whole time and could only find today the time to visit me. This is actually the first time I saw them since I entered this dimension other than the photos at home, though they are the same parents as the dimension I was from. Only difference lies on what I was born as in this dimension and their reaction because of that. They hugged me tightly and crying at the same time as though I had "passed on" and saying stuff that they could have done for me. Well, who wouldn't if they saw a lifeless body of their child. Using the TV in the room, I tried to assure them that I'm still okay, but they think that it is pre-recorded as a farewell message. With a sigh of relief, I showed them a live footage of what I'm seeing on the screen and assure that apart from my own eyes, there are no cameras on me that would be showing the footage from that angle. They then waved one of their hands at me (their hands were too close to my face) and looked at the screen at the same time. There was a sense of disbelief on their faces at first, but they suddenly cried for joy.

The thing that puzzles him the most is that his daughter told him that I was present in class since after the day of incident that caused my current condition as though I had already recovered or the whole incident had never happened with my teachers and schoolmates as witness. Huh? Me? Present over there right now? How can that be?
At that moment, the Haruna Kobayashi I had been observing, had entered my room with the voice of uncertainty when talking to someone with her. The girl next to her looked very much like the normal me (in this dimension). Both of them had a shocked look on their faces when they saw me.
Chapter 2
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