R H A P S O D Y

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{Dahlia's POV}
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I'd been sleeping peacefully one second and then swatting at the air the next. I was hearing the most annoying noise on the fucking planet and I just wanted it to stop, but it wouldn't. I was beginning to think it was in my head so I stopped waving my hand through the air and started slapping my ear, groaning as I tried to get the sound to go away.

"Stop." I groaned. "Stop!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" My hand was grabbed and my arm was pushed down to my side again, and I didn't struggle against whatever was holding it down. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a few times, staring at the strange man in front of me before slowly turning to look toward where the sound was coming from. "Make it stop." I muttered.

"That's your heart monitor. You don't want that to stop." He chuckled as he patted my hand. "Do you know where you are?"

"...Hell?"

"Close. Hospital." He shined a light toward my eyes which I smacked away quickly before laying down again. "My name is Dr. Chase. I had a muffin for breakfast this morning and my favorite color is red." He smiled as he used his doctor tool...thing...to look into my ears.

"Okay?" I mumbled, confused. "M-Make that sound stop."

"That's your heart monitor—"

"No," I shook my head before wincing. Not a good idea. "It's—The ringing. Phone."

"Oh..." He muttered before sighing. "Do you know your full name?" He asked.

I thought for a while. I kept remembering it but then forgetting what he'd even asked me. Then I'd remember what he asked me and then I'd try to answer but then I'd forget what I was supposed to be saying again.

After a few minutes I looked at him again. "Dahlia Delilah—I mean Dahlia Jane...Delilah Doe."

"Okay. And your age?"

"Eighteen—no, my birthday—" I thought for a few moments before slowly nodding. "Nineteen."

"Right, because your birthday passed not long ago. When was that?"

"In January," I answered shortly. I thought for a few moments, though I tried not to make it too obvious that I had to think about it. "The fifth...Was my sis--No, my brother's birthday!" I coughed, trying to cover up my slip up. "Mines the third."

"Alright. I told you what I had for breakfast a few moments ago. Do you remember what that was?" He asked.

"Um...Yogurt?"

"And my favorite color?"

I looked around the room for a while, trying to think of a color. It was hard enough doing that, but thinking of the specific color he'd named a few moments ago was even more difficult.

I continued looking around for a few moments before my eyes landed on the blanket on my bed. It was pink and it had tons of threads sticking up.