Her POV

I awoke in a very warm room. A room filled with beeping and whirring noises. I opened my eyes and for a moment was disoriented, my eyes squinting as my vision adjusted to the glare of the artificial lighting paired with the bright sterile white painted walls.  After my eye sight became accustomed to harsh light, my other senses started to explore the sensations around me. I was lay upon, a firm, supportive mattress, my head propped up with a soft thick pillow. It quickly became apparent that I was in a hospital room.

This was confirmed to me as slowly I strained my neck forward to be greeted to the sight of a plethora of tubes spread across my body like the vines of a tree tangling and weaving in an organised chaos. I took a deep breath which, in turn, caused a violent pain to rack through my body, forcing me to cry out, a broken screeching noise escaping from my lips.

This prompted a sigh from the corner of the room, I inched my head around to investigate the noise and was alerted to a beautiful tall boy sprawled across the pastel blue arm chair in the corner of the foreign room. A thin knitted blanket was loosely thrown over him covering nothing but his thighs with his long legs stretched out in front of him, his hands gathered in his lap.

 He wore a simple block grey t-shirt, form fitting, hugging tightly over what appeared to be a perfectly muscled and toned torso. A pair of charcoal jeans hugged his legs, the knees were torn which after careful examination I concluded to be through regular wear as opposed to a fashion statement . His head was bowed, and he seemed to be lightly sleeping. I tried to roll onto my side to get a better look at him which prompted another screech to fall from my throat as it was made painstakingly clear that I was unable to move more then my head if I wanted to avoid the agony rippling throughout my entire physique.

This agonising screech caused the boy to stir. His eyelids fluttered open unveiling two deep emerald eyes that, for a moment, took away all of the pain ripping through my body, that transported me to a forest with their warm green hues reminiscent of the leaves of a mighty oak in the light of the gleaming sun. His hair, obsidian black falling slightly over his forehead, dishevelled from sleep, complimented his startlingly bright eyes making them appear to almost glow in comparison. I wanted to speak, wanted to ask who this stranger was, why he was here but despite my best efforts I couldn't form a word and force it out of my bone dry throat.

During my assessment of the boy I realised how ridiculous it was for me to be firstly, admiring this strangers beauty when I was trapped in a hospital bed with no recollection of how I had ended up here or why my body was in such extreme discomfort and secondly how despite the mentioned agony coursing through my bones I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the boys flushed cheek, wanting nothing more than to see how it would feel upon the tips of my fingers. 

 Despite my thoughts wandering once again it seemed I wouldn't have to have to wait long to have these silent aforementioned questions answered as he abruptly sat up in his chair, the blanket that was once sprawled upon him falling lazily to the floor, he pushed a hand through his thick black hair, and blinked very slowly, once, then twice then opened his full lips another sigh escaping his throat, until eventually after what seemed like an eternity he spoke.

 His voice melodic and soft, but at the same time also urgent and expectant, asked me a simple question, a question that on a normal day I would have no problem answering, a question I hadn't even considered before, a question that terrified me to the very bone as I searched every faction of my mind for an answer to it.

He asked me my name...

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