He woke up the next morning to find himself still at square one and still clueless to anything prior to his waking up with the gash and bruised skull. It annoyed him, and he wished he could rip down this curtain blocking him from his memories. For all he knew, he could be missing something important. Or he himself could be important. Urgh... what are the odds of that? He thought grimmly as he pulled up to his feet.
He stepped around to test his legs, though his knees threatened to buckle beneath him, they seemed stable enough to walk around for a little bit.
The scent of bread hit his nose, and he stepped to the dining room to see Lilianna placing said food down on the table next to a glass container. She looked up and kindly smiled, "Well good morning. Did you sleep well?"
"Si," He answered.
Nodding her acknologement of his answer, she then asked, "And how's your head? Is anything starting to come back at all?"
"No." He replied, letting the dissapointment show on his face.
She sighed her chuckle, "Well I'm sure you'll remember something soon. Why not you go wash your face, I have to get Mia and Nico up for breakfast."
"And where's Agnolo?" He asked.
"He's already left for work," She explained. "Though he did check your side before leaving."
It was hard to force the sense of violation away at the thought of some man touching him in his sleep, but then again, he was also trying to see that he was healing. But damn, he could have woke him up first!
With a nod, he looked around, then she pointed to a bowl and a wooden bucket. "Just fill the bowl up with a little bit of water and wash up."
He couldn't help the embarrassed smile playing on his face before it was replaced by the uh-I-knew-that look. Lilianna merely laughed in a joking and light hearted away.
When he got the water he'd need, he walked out of the room and placed it down on a table, dipping his hands in to scoop some of the cool water up, droplets dribbling from the crack between his hands as he brought his face down into it.
Before he could scoop up some more, he found himself staring down at his reflection. Somewhat surprised about how different he looked in contrast to the doctor and his family. He had a tan, as opposed to the heavily freckled Agnolo and Nico. There was a scar that split a beard on his face on the left side of his lips. His eyes were a piercing gold. And his hair was dark brown and tied back in an unneat ponytail which only his bangs, which hung at the sides of his face, were able to escape being encluded in the ponytail.
His eyes widened as something raced through his mind.
He was staring into a mirror, he was younger, and tying back his hair with a deep red strip of fabric. The scar wasn't there, clearly this was before it was recieved. But another boy, who looked quite a bit similar, put an arm over his shoulder smiling.
"Fredrico, what is it now?" He asked stubbornly.
The boy, Fredrico, casted a taunting grin through the mirror as he answered, "What? My little brother thinks he owns the bedroom now?"
"Could you at least get off of me?" He growled.
Fredrico laughed, "And what would be the fun in that?"
"I swear to god, one of these days you'll think twice before you start doing this crap." He grumbled.
His older brother then rung an arm around him and pressed his knuckles to his head as he gave him a noogie, "And you know as well as I do that you still need me."
"Let me go!" He gagged as he grabbed at his arm, trying to get air.
"Fredrico!" A woman stepped in, her dark hair tied back in a loose bun. She clearly was much older than them. "Will you let go of him already? I'm sure you'll pull out all his hair at this rate, and then some."
Grunting his disagreement, Fredrico let him go. "Sorry mother."
He didn't realize that he'd slumped to the floor during the brief flashback, nor did he notice that Lilianna was staring at him. She helped him up and sat him down carefully.
"Are you alright? What happened?" She questioned.
Taking a shakey breath, as he was still in shock, he told her what he'd seen. She listened with complete interest.
"But you didn't hear anything about your name at all." She concluded.
He shook his head.
"Well do you think you'd be able to remember the woman's face if you saw it again?" She asked.
He nodded. "I believe so. She looked very distinctive."
She smiled. "Then I'll help you find her. She might be able to help you more than Agnolo and I."
"Gazie, I can't thank you enough for what you're doing." He told her.
She patted his shoulder lightly as she answered, "My husband went through the same thing. And I'll help anyone who suffers from it as well." With a loose hug, she helped him up and they went back to the dining room, where Mia and Nico were already eating.