You've been stuck in a heavy darkness for as long as you can remember when sounds begin cutting in and out. Echos of water dripping, sheets rustling, feet shuffling. Vision starts to come next. You can't keep your eyes open very long but you catch glimpses of your surroundings. You're in bed in a small, simple room. There's a side table to the right of the bed with a water basin and a rag, to the left of the bed, a mirror - which can be caught in glimpses but not enough for you to see yourself, and a slim young woman with pale skin, big brown eyes, and long red hair sits on the bed to your right attending to you.
Her volume increased as you fade back into full consciousness. You're uncomfortable but attempt to move around and evaluate this unfamiliar situation.
"It's okay, you're okay...shhh...shhhh, relax, don't get up sweetie it'll make it hurt more" She coos, softly holding you to the bed.
You let out sounds of protest but ultimately listen to her chiding. You can't quite find any words, everything is fuzzy.
"W...w..wh what...wh-"
She stops you by cupping your cheek and brushing away a strand of hair. She's so close that her face is filling your entire view as she comes into crystal clear focus. Her eyes are electric, warm, and brown. Her face pale as porcelain, her cheek bones are high defined, and lips look plump and almost juicy. Her red locks cascade down her shoulders and around your face in beautiful waves.
"Shhh, you're okay, you're safe."
"W-What happened," you finally get out, focusing in on her eyes which are staring right back, almost trying to look into you.
"You were on the street outside of the church on Cherry Avenue and collapsed. I ran inside and the priest offered this room and helped me bring you inside to wait until you were stable. I was just passing by but I didn't want to leave you alone," she finished with a soft, loving smile.
You pause and furrow your eyebrows trying to remember.
"Here," she says, seeing you pained.
"This should cool you down."
She picks up the rag from the basin on the bedside table and begins dabbing against your forehead, around your cheeks and down your neck.
It did cool you down but you definitely still feel like there's something you're missing. She must be a saint to have carried you in here and nurse you back to health despite being a total stranger.
"There was no blood, but we should take a look at your head. It didn't seem like you hit the ground too hard but we should always to be cautious when it comes to head injuries. What do you feel?" She asks doing one last pass before returning the rag back to the basin.
You feel warm and tingly, like you're not 100% in your body. A little sore from the fall you assume but not enough to distract from her stare, you can hardly keep up with what comes out of her mouth.
"Fine...I think," your voice is rough and your throat is dry.
She seems to read your mind because she reaches to the side table again to pour you a glass of water.
