The first things I noticed were the stark white sheets, the sterile white walls, and the medical equipment surrounding me.
A sliver of sunlight crept through the window, casting a gentle glow and mixing with the faint scent of disinfectant.
It was clear I was in a hospital room.
Attempting to move, I felt pain coursing through me, leaving me weak and helpless.
My throat was dry, each swallow a painful scr@pe, as if sand had lined my throat.
âIs anyone here?â I croaked, my voice barely a whisper as I looked around the room.
I was sure the voice had woken me, yet the room was eerily empty.
Who had been calling me?
As I wondered, the voice echoed again.
âHoney, youâre finally awake! Thank goodness!â
It was a quivering, excited female voice, drenched in concern.
That was when it hit me-the voice was coming from inside my own mind.
Without thinking, I asked, âIvy? Is that you?â
âItâs me!â Ivy responded eagerly.
âHoney, how do you feel? Youâve been seriously injured and have been unconscious for quite some time.
Iâve been so worried, calling out to you.
â
Her words made the heaviness in my head more pronounced, and the depth of my buried consciousness weighed on me.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to hold back sobs.
âYes, I heard you.
It was your voice that brought me back.
But I feel terrible, uncomfortable all over.
â
âThen rest well and heal,â Ivy urged me.
I nodded and looked around the room with curiosity.
âIvy, where are we?â
She responded with uncertainty, âI donât know either.
When I woke up, we were already here.
â
Suddenly, her expression changed, and she asked with concern, âBy the way, do you feel anything off?â
âOFf2â³ I echoed, puzzled.
My mind was still foggy.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to make sense of her question.
âWhat do you mean? Do you think somethingâs wrong?â
âWhen I woke up, I realized I had lost all my memories.
The only things I remember are my name is Ivy, youâre Debra, and Iâm your wolf.
Everything else is justâ¦gone.
â
I was stunned by her revelation.
âHoney, is it the same for you?â Ivy asked, her voice filled with tension.
Prompted by her question, I realized that my own memories were missing too.
Aside from knowing Ivy was my wolf and that my name was Debra, I couldnât remember anything else.
It was as if our pasts had been wiped clean.
âHow can this be?â I murmured, panic rising in me.