Disclaimer: Am I radiating impossible Australian amazing-ness from your screen enough to blow you away and make you want to marry me and have a Billy-puppet-themed wedding and we can live happily ever after? No? Then I am not Leigh Whannell or James Wan; therefore, I unfortunately do not own anything of Saw other than fanfiction.

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There are three things that I am sure of right now.

Firstly, I have the biggest fucking migraine ever. I turn my head not more than an inch and in an instant, I can feel a drill in my head.

Secondly, the light is damn bright. I just tried to open my eyes not so long ago, and the light shooting through my eyes made my migraine worse.

Lastly, even though my eyes remain close, I believe that I am in a hospital. What gave that away was that this bed is not the cheap, springy mattress that I'm used to, as well as the steady beeping sound of the heart monitor.

What happened to me? I try to think back; what could have happened to me that landed me here? Figuring that I wouldn't get my answer in the dark, I attempt to open my eyes again and get accustomed to the bright fluorescent lights above me. It's taking longer than usual to get used to it, which makes me wonder how long I'd been out. I raise my hand to rub my temple, but it's painful; it is almost like I hadn't used my arm for an extremely long time. This is when I realize, once my fingertips met my temple, that my head is wrapped in bandages. I try to think back again, only to be met with a void memory.

It's frightening to say the least.

You're in a hospital with bandages on your throbbing head with no memory, or even the slightest clue, how you got here. Your entire body feels like it hadn't moved for a while. There's a heart monitor to signal anyone who comes to this room that you are alive, so that could mean that you weren't far from death while you were out.

Once I get used to the light, I take in my surroundings. A white curtain is closed all around me, there's an IV on my left hand, and a colored paper folded horizontally and a bouquet of flowers in a vase on top of a small table next to me. I lower my hand on my temple to my face, where I feel a thin tube running across my cheek, through my nose, and God only knows how far up my nose.

This is just getting scarier and more frightening by the moment. My lungs are gathering less and less air with each inhale. What. The fuck. Happened to me?

Think back, think back...I can't.

Okay, calm down. You panic if you are abducted and chained in an ancient abandoned room (how did I picture that scenery so perfectly?), not when you're now clearly alive and well and in the process of healing.

But this is just so overwhelming, I can't help it.

I reach for the folded paper next to the bouquet and open it. It is a message written in big, sloppy letters with many different colored pencils, as though it was written by a six-year-old.

To Adam

Thank you for saving my daddy. I hope you wake up soon.

From Diana

Did I risk my life for someone's dad? Is that how I got here?

That thought makes me feel a little proud and fills me with warmth. Now I just wish I can remember doing something so heroic.

I try to think back again...only to hit a wall that causes a worse throbbing sensation through my head and just no recollection.

Alright, careful thinking.

My name is Adam Faulkner...I think I turned twenty-three recently, right?...I live with my mom...or have I moved out already? My mom's name is Amy...and...God, my head fucking hurts! If everything wouldn't hurt so much, I would love to scream; scream, yell, curse to the fucking world, do absolutely anything to have someone answer me, tell me what happened, what's wrong with me, and why is it that the small bit of memory that I can gather seem so...so far away.

I hear a door opening, and for some reason, I fall silent-not that I had even made noise to begin with. I just can't bring myself to say anything. Is it because I'm afraid of reality? Or is it that I am subconsciously too busy trying to wake up from this really scary dream? Or is it just that it hurts to even open my mouth?

I can hear footsteps getting closer, and that is when a doctor pulls the curtain to reveal himself. This doctor is tall, blonde, and rather than scrubs, he is wearing a buttoned shirt and tie under a lab coat, a pair of black dress pants, and a walking cane. That is basically all I can see from my view.

Upon seeing my face, his clipboard and cane falls to the floor, his jaw nearly joining them, "A-Adam...?"

I'm not sure how I can respond to it. Was I really out for so long, the doctor is shocked?

"Oh my God..." he wipes his forehead and took two big steps up to me and embraces me, "Adam, you must be furious with me, but I promise I won't leave you like that again."

I...know this doctor? How?

"I was careless as always...I really didn't mean to," he lets go of me and meets my eyes, "I was afraid of losing you without being able to apologize. You saved my life, and I just couldn't think of anyone else but myself that time and..." his voice cracks, "Man, I need to call your mom and she will be so happy..."

His rambling...I just can't make any sense of it. I try to take a good look at him, but he remains too unfamiliar.

"Who...are you?"

The color is immediately drained from his face.

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A/N: Good ol' retrograde amnesia fic. Common fanfic plot element, never seen it used in the Saw category. No wonder it's such a commonly used plot element. It's fun to write. :D