"Who are you?"
You heard your voice ring through the nearly silent room, overpowering the beeping of the heart monitor. You couldn't feel anything, and at glancing down to your wrist you noticed an IV attached to a morphine drip. Your other arm was bruised and bandaged, your leg was in a cast suspended in the air, and your hair was greasy, stuck to your scalp with dried blood and bandages. Your throat burned for something, but you couldn't tell what. The unfamiliar surrounding and man sitting looking at you frightened you a bit, but for some reason you felt oddly safe.
"What- what do you mean who am I?" The man snarled at you, but for some reason you weren't afraid. In the man's eyes lay a cautious fear, as though he worried that something was wrong but didn't quite know if there was.
"Who are you?" Your voice rang out again, and the man's eyes widened. You thought for a moment that you saw the beginnings of a tear forming, but it disappeared to quickly for you to really tell. The man stood up and paced for a moment.
"You don't know? Really? Because if you're fucking with me Fai I swear to god—" he stopped short and looked at you desperately, wanting you to say something.
"How… How do you know my name? Are you my doctor? You aren't in uniform." The man stood up and came to your side, looking broken. Somehow you smelled him, and the scent made your throat burn even more. You had the strange urge to lick him or something…
"You really… don't remember…" He dragged his chair closer and picked up the hand with the IV gingerly, which you didn't think was possible of his well-muscled figure and prosthetic arm. "Fai…" his head drooped, and you couldn't help but rest your bad hand on his shoulder. "My name is Kurogane. You… we… I…" He stopped. You thought as hard as you could and realized; you don't know why or how you had gotten yourself into the hospital. You looked at the man's head and felt an odd nostalgia tugging at your heart. What was it about this that was so familiar?
"Ku-ro-ga-ne. Did you bring me here? If you did then I really must thank you… I only wish I could remember what happened." He looked up, pleading in his eyes. His tanned face was twisted in despair, and you felt your heart break a little. Why did you have so much compassion for this stranger?
"No… no. I called the ambulance. But before that… you told me…" The man, 'Kurogane,' let his head drop once again. He mumbled something, almost unintelligible, but you knew somehow exactly what he said. "You love me." He looked up at you again, once again with a pleading expression. "But if you don't remember… then I'll have to remind you why."