Hesa instinctively slapped himself.
"Wake up. Come on, wake up, Rahesa."
He tried to convince himself that he was awake, but a hand stopped his right hand just as he was about to slap himself again.
"Stop. Don't hurt yourself," the young man said.
"Y-You're real?"
The young man nodded. "Yeah, I'm real. This isn't a dream."
Hesa shook his head. "No! I saw you in the morgue."