Smoke. It isn't a fire though, it's something else. Wait should I be smelling smoke? I should be dead.I tried to pull myself up but whimpered as I realized every inch of my body hurt.
"Stay still, you were hurting pretty bad when we found you," A soft hand stretched out and tenderly patted my arm and tucked a warm blanket under my chin.
"Who-" My voice croaked painfully as I shivered in realization that I was more thirsty than I had been since-since when? I felt my eyebrows jab me with pain as they furrowed together.
"Here, drink this," A cold dish touches my lips as warm liquid sped down my throat and warmed my entire body, soothing my pained throat and giving small amounts of energy to my mind. "We have a couple questions when you feel up to it," I slowly nod, "Very good, how are you feeling?"
"Like my body was set on fire and cooled by lava only to be thrown into an ocean which just added literal salt to my wounds," I say cuddling down into the thick blanket over me. A light hearted chuckle entered the room as I waited for the next question to be asked.
"What's the last thing you remember?" The patient voice asked. I squinted my eyes as I tried to think beyond waking up here in this comforting bed surrounded by warm intentions.
"Fire," A blast hit me as I stood in a beautiful white dress, layered and taliored to fit me, "My hands were tied," I said looking down at my hands in the memory. "So much water," I said closing my eyes as a single tear escaped down my cheek although I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why, "I was on a single board from the ship I was on," I said opening my eyes than shake my head, "That's all I can remember," A man sat in a wooden chair beside me with blonde hair, a long, braided mustache and a chef hat much taller than any other I had ever seen, at least I was pretty sure it was.
"One last question and then we'll let you rest more," The man said leaning forward, "What's your name? I assume someone will be looking for you and if they do I would like to get you back to where you belong," He said kindly with a gentle smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. I sat and once more furrowed my face up as I tried to remember my name, or anything about myself for that matter. I shook my head in resigned defeat, I felt a tear enter my eyes and in a frustrated pain filled motion I wiped it from my face,
"I don't know why I can remember the screaming, the ropes, the pain and the terror but," I said looking at the older face looking at me, softening in empathy for my state, which for some reason made me angrier, "I don't know my name," I cried out, "I don't know who I am."