The light above my head makes me want to go blind. My throat feels scratchy, and I try to cough it away, making it worse in the progress. I start to yawn, until there's a knock on the door, snapping me out of it.

Without me telling the knocker at the door to come in, they come in anyway. The person, who I find out is female, speaks to me in a timid voice, "Hey, sweetie."

I gulp, but give no reply.

"The doctor told me you would be awake by now. So, I just came to check on you. How are you feeling, Beatrice," She asks me.

I'm put back by the word 'doctor', but more startled at the use of my name. I question her, "How do you know my name?" My voice comes out croaky, but she seems more concerned

with my question.

She lets out a little chuckle while tears brim her eyes, "I'm your mother. Beatrice, is everything all right?"

There she goes again, throwing my name around. "I don't know who you are. I'm pretty sure that I'd know my mother anywhere, and you're not her."

The tears are showing themselves at this point. She gives me a quick nod, and leaves the room.

I hear yelling outside the door about five minutes later. "She doesn't...I am! Fix..daughter!"

The soft, yet masculine voice is muffled. I can hear him, but not his words. When his voice fades off, I hear violent sobbing then more yelling.

The door opens again, this time revealing a man. I'm guessing the man who was just speaking to the crazy, yelling, woman. He has dark brown hair, fairly deep, dark skin, and brown

eyes. He sends a sincere smile my way, "Hi, I'm Dr. Pedrad. Would you answer some questions for me?"

I nod and he gives me another smile. "What is your name?"

"Uh, Beatrice Prior," I answer him.

He nods and sketches this down. He keeps asking me simple questions, like, 'What is your favorite color' or 'What is your favorite animal'. After every answer I give him, he writes it down in his notebook.

When he pauses, I take that as he's done, so I start with my questions, "Where am-"

"What are your parents' names?" He cuts me off.

I gasp, and my face feels warm. I didn't mean to interrupt him, but he doesn't say anything, he seemed so absorbed his self conflict that nothing else mattered.

"Um," is my genius reply.

He takes a deep breath, writes my reply on his paper, then walks out of the room.

I hear mumbles.

Then sobbing.

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