The blond boy shot up. His heart was racing and his eyes are wild. He could feel himself shaking, and the pillows and blankets are wet. Not to mention his shirt is sticking to him.
His name was Odd.
"What the hell?" he shouted. The room is a hospital room, and it is dark. He can trace out the lines of the drops on the window from the rain. It's raining hard. Also, the room is empty.
Odd stands up and nearly fell in an instance. His legs felt like Jell-O.
"Damnit," he says and climbs his way across the floor, avoiding objects as he did. A flash of lightning outside and a burst of thunder made him shiver. Where was he?
The lightning lit up the room like fire and he could see everything. A small light poked out from under a large wooden door. Odd slid himself across the floor.
He apparently couldn't move, or open the door, so he decided to get someone to open it for him.
"Hello?" he called, banging on the door. "I need some help in here."
The door opened slowly, reveling a blond nurse.
"Oh my," she exclaimed at the small boy who was curled up on the ground. "Are you ok?"
"Does it look like it?" Odd demanded. "My head kills."
The nurse scooped him up and set him in bed.
"Why did I have a concussion?" Odd asked. "I mean, how did I get it?"
The nurse, who was tucking him in, sighed. "I don't really know. None of us does. Can I get you anything?"
"Food, that would be a start. Are my parents here?"
The nurse smiled. "I'll check." She switched on the TV and handed him the remote. "I'll be back with your food in a few minutes."
With that, the nurse made her way out of the room. Odd looked around, still confused. His head pounded, and he had a bandage on.
The door opens, and a boy with brown hair walks in.
"Odd!" says the boy and barrels over to him, almost knocking him off the bed.
"What the hell?" Odd shouted. "Who the hell are you! Where are my parents? What the…SHIT!"
Odd's hands flew to his head and he yelled in pain. Then he collapsed on the bed.
Ulrich was stunned for a few moments. He couldn't believe his friend had forgotten him. Or had he.
Then he sprung up and darted out of the room and down the hall, trying to find help.
"I knew you?" Odd asked as he stared at the people in front of him. Yumi, Jeremie, and Ulrich were sitting on the end of the bed, watching him.
"Do you remember XANA?" Jeremie asked. "Or Aelita?"
"Who is she?" Odd asked. "I feel like I've heard of her before. Oh, and why am I in France?"
"This is too confusing," Ulrich said to Jeremie. "He doesn't remember anything about us, Lyoko, or XANA."
"What's a XANA?" Odd asked.
"Alright, Odd," Yumi said. "What do you remember?"
"I remember California," Odd replied.
"Do you remember Kadic?"
"I've never seen it before, but my mom was going to send me there. Why?"
"Great," Ulrich said. "He's been knocked back two years. Before he even met us, back in seventh grade."
Jeremie nodded. "Anything else?"
Odd stared at the ceiling.
"A white dress," he said quietly. "I remember something about a white dress."