“Fuck,” I whispered, sitting up trying to rub the pain in the back of my head away with the palm of my hand.

My eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

I heard a snap of a twig. It was then that I realized I was in the middle of the forest, the middle of a forest.

How they fuck did I get here.

I thought back to my last memory feeling a light breeze cross my face. I tilted my head in confusion a strange constricting feeling in my stomach. What was my last memory? Now that I thought about it, I couldn’t grasp hold of any, not one memory came to me.

I knew I had some, somewhere, in the back of my mind. Like when you forget someone’s name but you know you know it. Come to think of it, what is my name?

The constricting feeling was working its way into my chest when I heard it again, the wrestle of leaves and the snap of a branch.

It was then that I remembered, I was in a forest, alone, without any memories. Suddenly I felt like there were a hundred invisible people, all with their eyes on me. My breathing picked up, my chest falling and rising quicker, and quicker. I wanted to call out to find out who was out there. But something was stopping me, and knot in the base of my throat.

I looked around frantically, not knowing where to go.

** *****

I blinked back into myself, the forest coming into view again. My hands were on my knees, breathing loudly.

“What the fuck is going on?” I gasped, more to myself than anyone else.

I looked down at my mostly light blue shirt now lightly splattered with blood, based on the splatters I would say they came from above. How do I know that? Of course, I know that I’m a doctor.

“Oh?” I gasped, standing up straighter the realization hitting me.

I’m a doctor, I got a short flashback to my medical training. Getting told off for being late. But if the blood came from above… I reached up to my nose, and sure enough, I was bleeding. But I wasn’t bleeding before, and how am I here now? This is a completely different part of the woods. And why on god green earth was I just gasping for breath, why do my lungs feel like I’ve just been running, I was just sanding a second ago. Where was that exactly, how long ago was that?

** *****

I was rapidly blinking again the world flickering back. My left hand was on my chest, while my right held onto a tree keeping me steady. I was panting.

This time I felt the pain, not only in my nose, but In my rids too, I looked down and let out a gasp, I was covered in blood, and not mine by the looks of it.

Then I felt it, the uncontrollable urge to run, to get away, as far away as possible! I gave in.

Tearing into a sprint, forcing myself to go faster, pushing through the pain I felt every time I moved my legs up. Probably a broken rip. I thought to myself, clenching my fist in discomfort. I felt it happening this time, my consciousness floating away as the whole world started to fade. “No,” I said, trying to shake it off, then it all went dark.

***

This time when I blinked back to life I was lying on my back, looking up a the ceiling of a house. I quickly sat up, seeing a thin man in the corner of the room. “Who are you?”

For a split second, I saw the edge of his lips break into a smirk. Then it all went away.