"Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you?"
A sudden bolt of pain surges through you then, and you subconsciously
rub the back of your skull, a thin and watery substance meeting your
fingers. You barely make out the crimson liquid in the dark.
"Has it seeped through?" The man hastily asks, eager to
digress. You nod slowly, watching him as he applies another layer of
bandage.
"Well... thanks. You saved my life. My name is -" With an
abrupt revelation you realise you don't know who you are
anymore.
"...Me?" He looks at you dubiously, as if the answer to your
question is best left unspoken.
