"Hey."

I couldn't recognize the voice. My eyes just wouldn't open.

"Hey, wake up."

Wake up? I am awake.

"Wake up!"

Aren't I?

Slowly, I broke to the surface and the bright lights came slowly into focus. Taking a deep breath, I noticed I had an oxygen tube under my nose. I reached up to rip it out, but a feminine hand stopped me. Glancing around, I found myself in an all-white room with two windows right next to each other.

Ick. A hospital.

Wait. Wasn't I with that guy just now?

"I'm so glad you're awake."

A nurse was standing by the bedside, smiling down at me with gleaming eyes.

"How did I get here?" I asked, confused.

"Well, we just," she paused. "found you."

"Found me?"

"On the side of a road."

"When was this?" I asked, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

She looked at me grimly. "A little under two years ago."

I did a double-take.

"Are you serious?!"

She nodded and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I know it's hard, but we'll help you until you're good as new!"

And with that, the nurse refilled the IV back and left. I sat back against the pillows, trying to piece everything together.

Two years? Are they sure? That couldn't possibly be right.

Wait!

That dream…It had to have been a dream, right? Seriously, what kind of guy would experiment on a girl? It's absurd!

Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a young-looking doctor. He smiled at me through his glasses.

"Hello there! So you're finally awake?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, eyeing him suspiciously. I hated hospitals and anything having to do with them.

He held out his hand to me. "I'm Dr. Dileo."

I shook his hand reluctantly, but didn't offer my name. He seemed puzzled by this, but asked no questions. Instead, he walks into my room and pulls up a chair.

"So do you know how long you've been out?" he asked, examining some medical charts on a clipboard.

"Two years apparently."

"That's correct. How are you feeling?"

I shrugged. "Fine. Completely fine."

"Weak? Sick?"

"No."

He nods and jots some notes down onto a blank sheet of paper.

"You arrived here on October twenty-second almost two years ago." He said, more to himself than to me.

"And you don't remember anything at all about what you were doing right before you passed out?"

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing." As if I would tell you the truth, man. I'm no fool.

He makes a small 'hm' sound before jotting my answers down and sitting back in his chair, looking at me thoughtfully.

"We'll need to run a few tests on you before we can discharge you."

I folded my arms. "I don't have to do anything."

Sighing in frustration, Dr. Dileo rubs his temples with his index and middle fingers.

"I'm sorry, but we must perform these tests in order to see-"

"To see that I'm okay, which I am."

He leaned forward. "We don't know that."

Challenge accepted.

"Then you're blind." I said.

Dr. Dileo's pager went off and he stood quickly, almost thankful to be out of this verbal challenge with a nineteen year old girl. As he opens the door, he looks back at me.

"Whether you like it or not, we are going to be testing you."

The click of the door shutting made me smile to myself. We'll see about that. Getting up, I ripped out the IV needle and tore off the oxygen mask. I walked over to the window, lifting up the glass and screen and peering out below me.

Shit. Third floor.

For a second, I seriously debated jumping.

The click of the door told me I should've. I turned around to see the same nurse from before, only this time she was looking at me, slightly confused. Cautiously, I backed away to the window.

And the minute she realized what I was doing, she was screaming for the security to take me to the psychiatry ward.

Gasping, I ran at the nurse's feet and dove between her legs, rolling to my feet and running down the hallway at full speed. I made a right turn but at the other end I saw security guards and Dr. Dileo running toward me. Turning around, I went back in the same direction I'd come from, only making a left this time. The floor was so slippery I almost fell running around corners. Shoving two doors open, I ran into the wing marked 'Surgery', where the doctors and nurses were staring at me, then going after me once they saw the security guards. I ran for another pair of doors, but when I tugged on the handle they wouldn't budge.

"Easy now, we don't want to hurt you," a voice said from the other side of the room. Must've been Dileo.

Giving up on the doors, I ran into a surgery room that was vacant and quickly to the window. Dr. Dileo ran into the room and lunged for me but I ducked and shoved him away and into a table with medical supplies on them. Slower this time, he took a step toward me. I took another step toward the window.

He held out his hand, expecting me to take it like a good girl.

Too bad good girls can kick ass.

I pulled away from him and lunged at the window, jumping completely through the glass, one knee tucked up into my chest and my hands crossed in an 'x' shape in front of my face.

And the fall began.