Present
Then suddenly it came to him.
Patricia.
He tried to yell, to move, anything. Nothing happened. He could hear voices, and he tried to comprehend what they were saying.
Someone was on the phone, he assumed. He could hear bits and pieces.
"Crash...Hospital...Patricia"
That name gave him newfound strength. He finally got his eyes open. He looked around at the unfamiliar room he was in. He couldn't see much so he attempted turn his head.
"OW!" He yelped in pain. Ok, so he could definitely talk. He could feel a glistening tear crawling down his cheek. Everything hurt. From what his eyes could see, there was one woman in the room, sleeping on a chair parallel to him.
Where am I? He thought. All he could remember was hearing her scream. He didn't know why, he didn't know where, but she was in trouble. And he would do anything, even sacrifice his own life, to help her.