First message
I find myself waking up with a start in a place I don’t know. Where-… How?…. I look around in a tissy then groan in pain, and clasp my throat in my hand, I feel bandages. I’m alive… and being… healed? I furrow my brow in confusion then you step into the room with bandages and ointments in your arms. You! Where am I? Who are you?! How-