I wake up to the sound of voices.
They sound loud enough for me to hear, so I guess I'm not deaf.
Thank god.
"She will only survive five days at the rate we're going!" I hear I doctor say to another person, probably another doctor or maybe a nurse.
Five days, only five days.
Until I die, or sleep forever.
I thought I made it clear enough, that I don't want to die now or ever.
Even though that's an impossible thing to say, since no one can live forever, at least, I don't think so.
I wish I could live forever, but then again, it would be hard to live forever because then you'd always stay the same age, or if you caught a disease, then you couldn't die to put yourself out of the misery.
Maybe I don't want to live forever.
But I definitely don't want to die now.
I mean, in five days.
I want to live my life outside this hospital.
And I want to be able to get out of this hospital.
I still haven't talked yet, but I am worried about me apparently dying in five days.
I decide to look at the sheet of paper on the end of my bed, to see my name.
I try to get up and actually succeed, one point for me and zero for my cuts and bruises.
A wave of dizziness overcomes me, and I struggle not to fall off my bed.
I want to lie back down but my curiosity to find out my name is thicker than me taking care of myself.
And I still haven't got any of my memories back, unfortunately.
I somehow make it to the end of the bed, and lean over to see the name on the paper.
'Ash Hughs'.
I look closely at my name, trying to figure out what 'Ash' means.
Then it hits me square in the face, ash is what happens after a fire, things are blackened to ash.
I think.
I still actually don't know if I'm even human, or what gender I am.
I don't know what my hair colour, eye colour or anything is.
There isn't a mirror in here, so I'll have to wait for that too.
Waiting . . . good thing I'm a patient person/alien.
Hey, I could be an alien, you never know.
So, my name is Ash, cool.
I guess.
Now I don't know what else to do, so I lay back down on my bed under the covers.
And just stare at the ceiling for a long, long time.
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