When she woke up, she noticed one thing; her hair was wet.

And then the machine beeping next to her.

And then the tube connected to her arm.

And, finally, that she was in a hospital room.

Wait a minute… She thinks, sitting up. A hospital room?

"You up?" A quiet voice asks, making her jump, and looks in the direction of the voice.

It was a guy, of all things. A guy dressed in all black, his dark brown eyes warm and comforting.

"Who are you?" She asks, backing away to the wall her hospital bed was next to, opposite of the boy's chair.

The guy raises his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know who you are!" She exclaims, her eyes growing wide.

"Clare…" the boy starts, his eyebrows drawing together.

"Clare?" She looks around the room. "Who the hell is Clare?"

The guy leans on his knees, elbows propping him up. "You are!"

She digs throughout her mind, trying to remember anything.

"Clare…" The boy stands up, and puts one hand on hers. She notices it's warm. "I'm Eli. You're boyfriend."

Clare shakes her head. "Where am I?"

Eli chuckles silently and runs his hands through his dark-brown hair. "Please tell me this is some kind of joke."

She wants to say, "Ha-ha, got you."

But she can't.

And she didn't have to answer.

Because Eli knew, by the look on her face, the answer.

Clare Edwards didn't remember anything.