Bruce heaved himself on the shore, using the little strength he had left to get himself as far out of the water as he could. His arms gave out and he collapsed face first on the sand; huffing out a breath that spun the grains around his sagging eyelids. The sun beat down on his bare back and swirling colors appeared in his vision, blinding him to the beach around him.
"Hey!" a voice rang out. Was this person talking to him? He felt like he should at least acknowledge the voice, but at this point even moving his eyes was exhausting. The faint sound of feet padding on the sand near him grew louder until he felt a cool hand on his back.
"Hey, are you okay?" the voice said again, and when it received no answer from Bruce, "Somebody, get over here! We need some help!" He vaguely remembered being flipped onto his back, loaded onto what he guessed to be a stretcher, and having lights shined into his eyes. At that point, he couldn't even bother to squint, and before he knew it, he blacked out.
Bruce woke to a sharp pain in his forearm. He felt the Other Guy stir inside of him, but he pushed him down until he observed the room around him. A small woman was drawing a syringe out of his arm, and a lanky man stood next to her, jotting something down on a clipboard. Bruce blinked a couple of times to clear the burning in his eyes and cleared his throat.
"H-Hello?" he croaked. The woman pushed her glasses further up on her nose and smiled at him warmly; the corners of her eyes crinkling.
"Hey there, I'm Doctor Callaway and this is my assistant, Doctor Rodrigues. How are you feeling? Can you tell me your name?" her voice was soft, and the man behind her merely grunted in acknowledgement before scribbling more on his board.
"Um, Bruce. Where am I?"
"You're in a hospital here in Lautoka. Where are you from, Bruce?" she motioned to the man, causing him to write more on his clipboard.
"Lautoka? Where the hell is that?" Bruce sat up, only to be pushed back down by Dr. Callaway's small but firm hand. He was fighting the rising worry inside of him; the last thing he needed was an incident in a hospital.
"Sir, we're going to need you to calm down. Please, the last thing you need right now is to put more stress on your body."
"All due respect, but I don't think I can do that until you tell me where the hell I am."
"Bruce, you're in Fiji."
Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I know this chapter is short, but they'll get to be a better length starting with the next one. For some reason I always write really short first chapters... But anyways, thanks again, and I'll update soon! :) ~Kendall