I wake up in a place I've never seen before, with unfamiliar faces looking down at me.
"Your awake!" says a voice, seemingly surprised, although excited.
"What?" I try to say, but my lips won't move. It comes out more as a moan.
"Do you remember anything?" Comes the voice.
"Remember what?" I ask, suddenly alert. If someone is asking me if I remember anything, it can't be good.
"The truck? Running around with glow sticks taped to yourself?" the voice presses.
"No." I say. And silence pursues.
"Well," the voice, which I can now identify as a doctor's, starts, "you were running around with glow sticks taped to your clothes. Some guy comes wheeling out of a corner in his truck and hits you. You flew back thirteen feet. You've been in a coma ever since."
"Wow. How long have I been out?" The doctor lets out a long sigh.
"Fourteen months and two days."
"Holy crap!" I say, shocked. "So I'm hit by a truck, knocked out for over a year, and to top it all off, I can hardly remember anything?"
"Yes." says the doctor. "Your lucky to have woken up."
"Great."
"I will be back in a second." the doctor leaves the room. I look down to the IV drip in my arm, and think, try to remember something, anything. All that I can remember, is running around an area with a couple of guys, climbing, and flipping. Parkour, it was called, or Freerunning. That's right, I am a traceur. I remember a girl, one of the guys sisters, but I'm not sure who she is. The guys are obviously my friends, but that girl, I don't know what she is to me. My train of thought is broken by the doctor reentering the room, another person following suit. I recognize her immediately.
"Daniel!" she cries, and my mother breaks down into tears. I try to sit up, but my body refuses to support me.
"Hi." I mange to croak out, and I find that I too, have tears rolling down my cheeks. My mom wraps me up in a hug and squeezes me till my eyeballs feel as if they will pop out.
"Where is dad?" I ask.
"At home. He isn't well, but he sure will be glad to see you!"
"You have more visitors." the doctor announces. One by one people start walking in, all the guys that I was freerunning with.
"Do you remember us?" one of them asks.
"Sorta," I say, "but not really."
"Well, I'm Tanner, this is Michael, And this is Riley."
"Hey." Riley and Michael say, almost in unison. "You took one hell of a hit on the head."
"No kidding. After a year it still hurts." I say, trying to keep things light. I try to sit up, and can barely hold myself there. They haven't changed much from my memory, although they look like they haven't had the same spirit for a while. A minute later, the last of my visitors walks in. The girl that I remember.
"I came as soon as possible!" she gasps, and looks around the room. Her eyes settle on me, they are a startling grey. "Grey! It's true! Your awake!" she exclaims letting it all out in one breath.
"Who?" I whisper over to my friends. Then louder, "My name is Daniel. Why did you call me Grey?" Her shoulders heap, and her head falls, crestfallen.
