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MidReal Story
The Harper Family
Scenario:Three siblings recline peacefully in a sleek medical chair. The older sister wears a green anesthesia mask connected to a green rebreather bag, while her baby brother wears a yellow mask with a yellow rebreather bag, and her baby sister wears a purple mask now connected to a glowing purple rebreather bag. Swirling colorful gas effects flow from each mask. A friendly robot assistant stands nearby, and holographic medical symbols float in the background.
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Heather Harper
She is a curious and adventurous young girl. She is brave,cheeky and imaginative. Heather enjoys exploring her surroundings,often interacting with her older brother and younger sisters. She experiences joy from playing with her toy robot and learning about science. Heather finds herself in a hospital room with her family,where she undergoes a mysterious medical procedure. Despite her fear,she remains determined to understand what is happening around her.
Hannah Harper
She is Heather's baby sister,younger than Heather by two years. She is sweet,innocent and cheerful. Hannah enjoys playing with her big sister and creating fun memories together. In the hospital room,she remains happy and excited despite the situation,showing her joy through her colorful mask and rebreather bag. Her presence brings happiness to Heather and their family,symbolizing hope and new life.
Hannah's Age
2 years old
I watched as my big sister Skye put the green anesthesia mask over her face.
The pretty nurse had given her a choice of colors and she had picked the one that matched her favorite shirt.
I was happy for her, but I couldn’t stop staring at the rebreather bag that was attached to the mask.
It was also green and swished back and forth as she breathed in and out.
The gas inside made it look like a lava lamp, only much cooler.
I wanted to touch it, but my dad said no.
He squeezed my hand gently and smiled at me.
It was time for me to get my mask.
The pretty nurse smiled at me and held up three different colored masks.
"Would you like red, yellow, or purple?"
I looked up at my dad.
He was watching me carefully, but he didn’t give away any clues as to which one to pick.
I thought about it for a moment.
My big sister had picked green, but I didn’t want to be the same as her.
I wanted something different.
Baby Hannah was two years old and she had picked yellow.
I leaned forward and pointed at the purple one.
The nurse smiled and said, "Great choice!"
She brought the mask closer to me and I could smell the plastic.
It smelled new and clean.
She showed me how to hold it properly, guiding my small hands to the edges of the mask.
It felt cool against my palms.
My dad helped me lie back on the medical chair and adjusted the pillow behind my head.
I watched as the nurse connected a fresh purple rebreather bag to my mask.
It hung empty and flat, waiting to be filled with the special gas that would make me sleepy.
The robot assistant moved closer to us and its display changed to show a picture of a smiling face with a purple mask on it.
I giggled at how funny it looked.
I lay back in the chair and watched the purple rebreather bag.
It expanded and contracted with each breath I took.
The mask felt snug against my face, but the soft edges didn’t hurt my cheeks.
My dad squeezed my hand again, and the robot assistant adjusted some settings on a monitor next to me.
Through the clear plastic of my mask, I could see Hannah giggling as her yellow bag moved up and down.
Skye’s green bag swished steadily beside me.
The pretty nurse showed me how to breathe slowly - in through my nose and out through my mouth.
I focused on making the purple bag inflate bigger with each breath.
The robot assistant started beeping softly, and I looked over at its display.
It was showing a bunch of purple waves that matched the rise and fall of my breathing bag.
"You’re doing great, just breathe easy," it said in a gentle voice.
It sounded like my toy robot at home.
I squeezed Dad’s hand again, and the robot rolled closer to me.
It adjusted something on my mask, and suddenly the sweet smell inside grew stronger.
My purple bag started to feel floaty, like a balloon.
Hannah giggled at her yellow bag, and Skye’s eyes started to look heavy above her green mask.
I kept watching my purple bag, making sure it rose and fell with each breath.
I squeeze my purple rebreather bag experimentally, surprised when it makes a soft squeaking noise like a rubber toy.
The sound catches Hannah’s attention, and she giggles behind her yellow mask.
She reaches up with her small hands and squeezes her own bag, making a higher-pitched squeak.
Even Skye, who had been lying quietly with her green mask, opens her eyes and gives her bag a gentle press.
The robot assistant tilts its head, monitoring our vital signs as we turn our breathing bags into musical instruments.
Hannah turned to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Do you think the squeaks are like a secret code?" she whispered, her voice muffled by the mask. Skye nodded slowly, her eyes still heavy but curious. "Maybe if we all squeeze at the same time, something magical will happen," she suggested softly.
I hold up three fingers, making sure Hannah and Skye can see them from their beds.
Hannah wiggles excitedly in her yellow mask, while Skye lifts her head slightly, her green mask moving steadily.
The robot assistant pauses its monitoring, its optical sensors fixed on the three of us.
I drop one finger, then another, watching as my sisters prepare to squeeze their bags.
When my last finger drops, I press my purple bag firmly.
Hannah squeezes her yellow one with both hands, creating a high-pitched squeak.
Skye’s gentle press of her green bag adds a deep tone.
I notice Hannah shifting in her bed, her yellow mask moving as she inches closer to me.
Her small hands still grip her breathing bag, making tiny squeaks.
Through my droopy eyes, I see her watching me intently, studying my purple mask and bag.
The robot assistant adjusts her position, helping her get comfortable while staying connected to her equipment.
Hannah’s eyes lock with mine, bright and alert despite the sweet smell in our masks.
In that moment, we all knew we were in this together, breathing in unison as one.