Who Are You?

Awaken

I lay stiffly on the cold, frozen ground. My mind slipping in and out of consciousness, holding onto anything left to keep myself alive. The view before me was a canopy of needles, dusted by flurries. A cloudy sky prevented any pure sunlight to shine past the deep green foliage. Throughout the forest rang gunshots and ear piercing, blood curdling screams. They resonated as the war raged on without an end in sight. The layer of snow beneath me was a cushion to hold the broken vessel I could no longer control. A red fluid seeped from my wounds, tainting the icy, white carpet as maroon as a rose. I fought for the first time on the battlefield only to be faced with such a lonesome death.

'If I die..will anyone remember me?' I pondered. My eyes began to roll back into my head, struggling to stay conscious. Yet, I succumbed to the darkness where light never traveled before.

'Would it be a miracle if I lived?'

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I woke in a daze, being drawn from my sleep by the warm rays of light prodding at my eyelids. The room was silent, apart from the rhythmic beeping a machine off the side of my bed made. As far as i could see, the room was an untainted white, so pure and definitely the epitome of disinfected. My entire body felt stiff when i attempted to sit myself up against the back board of the hospital bed. Even the sheets of this bed were white as snow.

'snow...' A murmur escaped my lips as i recalled the snippet of a dream i had just before regaining consciousness. A shudder coursed through my veins as i took in my surroundings a little bit better from the position i was in. The room was cluttered with an assortment of medical machines, all strewn about in a strangely methodical way. The only source of light i had were the half close blinds letting in the daylight. Besides that the room was very vague, even a little dark and i'd even come to the conclusion that i was most likely in a hospital. Why? i had no clue. The tranquility of the room was disturbed when a nurse walked in staring down at a clip board with a cart in tow. She paid no attention to me and was more focused on the sheet she was reading from. Her eyes momentarily flickered up at me then back down at the clip board, then back at me again. The nurse nearly screamed, in surprised when it came to her that i was awake. 

"y-your-" She sputtered some nonsense before bolting out the room in a hurry. I was abjectly confused at her unprecedented actions. Soon enough i heard heavy foot steps speed walking down the hall just outside my door. A man in a white laboratory coat, with glasses, and another clipboard padded more heavily with paper walked in. He grinned almost excitedly, which came across as strange to me. The entire time i had an un-phased poker face. 

"Glad to see your awake, (F/N) (L/N)." The man said in a chipper tone, before flipping through pages upon pages of documents.

"Where am i, and why am i here..?" My voice nearly cracked as if i hadn't used it in years. He looked up, processing the question.

"You're in Sephora Hospital, and came in at the brink of death. You were quite lucky miss (Y/N) that a pair of friendly hikers found you in hypovelemic shock when they did, any longer and you would have been dead. Since then you've been in a coma for a little over three years." The doctor looked up from the clip board, somehow reading out all the information in a collected way. He was closely observing my reaction. i was dumbstruck, opening my mouth to say something but nothing would come out. This was all news to me, i couldn't remember anything, only my name since it was presented to me the moment the Doctor came in the room. After a moment of me soaking in all this new information, i finally spoke.

"How do you know my name?"

"Some men claiming to be your old friends, found out about you on a news story and came in to confirm your identity." He tilted his head slightly, like i was asking a unreasonable question. I knit my eyebrows together, befuddled. 

"I don't have any old friends..at least i don't remember if i had any at all. Actually, i don't remember anything." I announced, my heart beginning to pound as the anxiety of not knowing anything tore through my mind.

"Amnesia..It's to be expected with a patient and your type of case." The doc looked a little dreadful now. Well the usual check up like questions were asked as well as my tossing a few of my own their way. I was told i'd be discharged in a week if my muscle therapy went as planned. After an hour i was left to gather my own thoughts, maybe even recover a few fragments of memories but i came up dry. The only thing that bother me was that dream...i began to wonder.

Was it really a dream?

(A/N: Short chapter- oof. welp i guess this is a teaser to see if you all will like the idea.)