I woke up on a semi-comfortable bed. I think I was in a hospital. Wait, why was I in the hospital? Who was I? Oh, crap! I started to panic, and not just because I didn't know who I was.
A woman with brown hair and brown eyes was sitting next to me and when she saw I was waking up and then panicking she called in a nurse.
"Max?" the woman asked me, worry in her voice.
"Um, who are you," I asked, feeling sad that I would be inflicting pain on her emotions. "Who's Max?"
"Oh!" she said then started to cry.
"Don't cry... What's your name again?"
"It's Valencia, your mother."
Of course, with that, she cried even more. By that time a nurse had come in to check my heart monitor and other activities like that. She was trying to calm down my... mom? I guess I should trust her, shouldn't I? Well, anyway, the nurse suggested that my mom should go and get a coffee in the hospital cafeteria. She obliged and walked out of the room to get a coffee, while the nurse carefully checked my I.V.
"So, how are you, Max?"
I have enough sense to know that my name was Max, so I just went along with it.
"I hurt. What happened to me?"
"Well," she said. "You hit your head, hard."
I bit back the remark, 'No duh!' and just said, "Oh, can you go into details?"
"We don't know the details. Your mother found you laying face down next to a tree in your yard."
"Oh."
"There's one more thing that you may have noticed. Putting it dully, you have wings."
When I realized what she said was true, I went into shock.
"Oh, my God, what is going on!" my mom screamed as she made her way into the hospital room.
"I told her about the wings."
My mom seemed relieved at this, but, seriously, why am I the one freaking out about it? Oh, yeah, I lost my memory. Duh.
"Mom?" I said sometime after all the doctors stopped marveling at me, wings, and my fast heartbeat.
"Yes, honey?" She was obviously happy I was starting to warm up to the idea of her being my mother.
"Can you tell me why I have wings?"
"No, sweetheart but your father is coming shortly and he knows why and the information is at his digression."
"Oh." Crap!
"What I can tell you is there are at least 5 oth-"
"That's quite enough, Valencia, I think I can take it from here."