I woke up again in a world too bright. I shut my eyes, trying to block out the burning lights, and after a minute or two i managed to finally look around the room I was in. The ceiling was bright white and paneled, with generic fluorescent lights burning red streaks in my sight. I looked away as quick as I could, turning my head and cringing at my massive headache. 'I hope this is a dream, I hope this is a dream,' I thought to myself, remembering the last time I had woken up. I knew it was not, however, as soon as I saw the muzzle sticking out in front of my face. I tried to remember anything else, and that's when I started panicking again.

I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything at all. All I could remember was that bright, bright light and the assault on my senses. I could smell the oil and gas from the station, the rain on the street, and even the strange, horrible smell on the fox-like creature. In fact, I could still smell him, along with the sickly smell of a hospital and, strangely enough, a myriad of animals. I quickly decided to block those all out and return my attention to the room. From what I could tell, it looked just the same as any hospital room I had ever seen. It was very, very strange trying to remember going to any hospital rooms while simultaneously feeling like I had been in a hundred of them.

The only thing I saw out of the ordinary was that strange fox creature. They looked like they were sleeping, with their hair in absolute chaos and covering their entire face. Something about the purple hair shook me as wrong, like it wasn't the right color or something. I honestly had no idea what he was, and I was just as confused as to why I thought it wrong to have purple hair. Anyways, as I stared down the sleeping fox he bolted awake, a mass of their own hair in their mouth. I watched them in silence for a full minute as they choked on their own hair until I finally tried to say something.

"Hey, uh, are you ok over there?" I asked, struggling quite a bit because of how dry my mouth- er, muzzle was. Oof, that was going to have to take a long time to get down.

"I'm," they paused for a moment to let out a sickening sound like a cat throwing up a hairball, "I'm perfectly fine, don't worry about it." They gained their composure surprisingly quickly for someone who just nearly ate their own gair. "Are you ok, though? You were just passed out on the side of a street when I found you."

"I-I'm fine, I think. I've just got a little headache." I forced out with a smile. That definitely felt more than a little bit unnatural, to smile with a muzzle.

"Oh, that's good, super good." They nervously chuckled to themself for half a second, before jolting up like they had forgotten to turn the stove off. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry but what's your name? They couldn't find any identification or anything on you while you were unconscious."

That question fucked me up. Like, seriously, I instantly lost my composure an everything. I couldn't even remember my name. The fox noticed how distraught i looked, and nervously shook their hands (paws?) at me. "No, no, don't worry about it! Don't try to think too hard about it if it's that hard for you. I'm Ham, by the way, and, uh, I guess we can figure out your name later."

I gave them a weak thumbs-up with my left hand, and it was then that I saw the sheer amount of tubes and needles they put into me. I quickly tried to brush that aside and maybe bottle it up with everything else I was feeling at the moment. "Thanks, uh, Ham? Did I hear your name right? It's, uh, It's an interesting name. I'm so sorry for asking this and I'm sorry if it's crude, but... What are you?" I tried giving them a lopsided smile to put off the awkwardness of the question. It really only made things more awkward.

They grinned, accidentally showing off a few pearly whites that, in my opinion, were just way too sharp. "Yep you heard my name right, and thanks, I made it myself!" They then shifted in their seat a little. "Well, I'm a Zoroark, if you know what that is. If not, well, I'll explain to you later. It's not so important now."

"Thanks. Well, uh, how do I ask this without sounding like a crazy person?" I looked at them sheepishly. "What am I?"

Well now they looked a lot more uncomfortable. "You're, uh, you're a Lycanroc. You're kinda like a rocky wolf. I really don't have, um, much experience with many of your kind, if you believe it or not. I'm sorry, I don't know much about them."

"Thanks again Ham. Alright, I've only got one more uncomfortable question to ask. Where am-" I was interrupted by a doctor opening the door and entering the room. She looked a lot like Ham did, but with silver streaks running down her face and much more wolf-like features.

"So, Avery, is it?" She asked sweetly.