Loki's Lily

Epilogue

"She has quiet extensive injuries; I don't know how she survived those let alone where she came from." a man spoke softly. I didn't recognize the voice, but it seemed full of concern. "She glows, her wounds seeming to stitch themselves back together. It's a miracle, I don't understand...Oh good, you're awake fraulein."

"Where am I?" I opened my eyes, a warm glow cast from the fireplace across the room. It felt hot but not uncomfortable. The man who was speaking was sitting in small chair next to the firelight, writing in a book. He was taking notes, I think.

"We are outside Munich, I found you in the garden. You did a number on my squash. Do you know how you were hurt? What happened?" he asked, he had kind eyes. They were brown and matched his thinning hair. He wore small wire glasses, his face lined with age.

"No...no I don't remember. Where is Munich?" I tried to think of the last thing that happened to me but there was nothing. I could understand the man though the language he spoke was foreign to me. But I didn't understand how I knew that. "Who are you?"

"I am Doctor Abraham Erskine, and you?" he sat on the edge of the bed I was lying in. I was wrapped in bandages; I held my hands up, but I didn't recognize them. I looked at him as he just smiled at me with concern. I tried to think of my name but there was nothing. I closed my eyes again, my brow furrowing as I tried to think. There were flashes, small glimpses of something but I couldn't make any of it out. "It's Ok, Liebling. You've had trauma to most of your body. I would have been more surprised if you could think clearly." And he started to rise again.

"Lily...I think my name is Lily..." and I slept again.

To be continued...