Pain. Dull and throbbing. It was the only thing I could comprehend when I was able to pull myself out of the darkness. Everything hurt. My body began to tremble from the pain and each tremor sent a new wave of pain through my body as it hit cold sheets.

That was something else I could feel...cold. All over my body, underneath the thin sheets and where I was overtop of them as well. I couldn't stop shivering, each time I shivered all I could feel were more agonizing moments of pain. How did I get myself into this?

As soon as I remembered how, I opened my eyes in alarm. What place could be so cold, so painful, and so bright? Even underneath my eyelids it was bright, neon red and when I opened them it was blinding white. Pure white, there was no hint of yellow or orange. It made me wince and cry out in shock.

Then I heard a strangely familiar sound, and yet I still couldn't place it. A familiar sound of some sort of squeaking? Rhythmic, growing faster and faster...

A door slammed to my left, my head snapped towards it and I saw three large, billowing people came into the room. I couldn't help but stare...they were so big. I couldn't tell how big they were, but they were big. Bigger than big. They were huge.

"Oh, thank the Gods!" One of the giants exclaimed, running towards me. I flinched away, looking at him with wide eyes. They all looked similar: big, dark, black hair, brown eyes. There were defining features of each.

The one furthest away seemed a different colour of brown and he was the smallest. The one in the middle looked like he had the thickest chest, with the shortest and neatest crop cut. The one closest and drawing nearer was the biggest with the longest hair.

He came and touched my hand. The cold, dull, pain ceased and was replaced with searing-hot fear. I flinched away from the temperature and looked with wide eyes.

"What do you want?" My own voice made me jump. It was high, stressed and reverberated in my mind differently than my thoughts did. It was loud. Strained. My reaction seemed to make the giant pause, he blinked harshly before shaking his head with a furrowed brow and responding. His voice was husky, low. It resonated more than even his big body seemed to be able to contain and it set off a cacophony of flags in my mind. Red flags. Something important.

"I want to make sure you're alright! I'll never let you do it again, never-"

"Do what?" My voice was even higher, I could feel my face - which I suddenly realized was swollen - contort. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"Cubs, you're in the hospital." The giant said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Yet, at the same time it was hesitant and calculating. "After you jumped off the rocks...do you remember jumping off the rocks?"

"Cubs." I repeated, tasting the word on my tongue. This was obviously a name of some sort...a nickname? An endearment? A short term. I shook my head. "I don't remember any rocks...I don't..." I paused, trying to remember rocks...trying to picture myself jumping off rocks of any sort...but I couldn't bring an image fourth in my brain.

It set off a storm of realizations. I started to shake my head, the beeping of machinery behind me started to accelerate. My breath seemed unable to be contained in my chest as I started to feel my muscles tensing around the tubs up my nose and paper clothes against my body.

"I don't remember anything." I said slowly. "I don't remember anything." I said again, hot tears filling my eyes, blurring the confused men.

"Cubs-"

"Who am I? Who are you? What's going on? Tell me what's going on!" My voice was growing shrill and squeaky. "Please get me someone I know! Get me something-someone-I don't-"

"Francine! Francine, look at me!" The scorching pain returned as the giant grabbed my hand. I looked at him with fear, I couldn't really see his eyes because there were too many tears in mine. "You don't - are you saying you don't remember who I am?"

"No. Should I? Do I know...Francine, you called me Francine...is that my name?" The boy's hand shrunk away from my own, leaving me feeling like I was stranded on an island watching a boat row away from me. I wanted to start screaming, but my chest was too heavy. Heavy with worry. My throat was seizing and swollen from my tears...he was the only one who could answer my questions.

"Get a doctor." He said quietly. "Damnit, Sam call a fucking doctor!" He raged when neither moved. The thickest boy jumped and scrambled out of the room at a speed that my eyes would barely allow my mind to register.

"What's going on?" I felt my body start to break down under the weight of the worry. It displaced my tears and made them drain themselves over my cheeks, leaving hot and sticky trails that dripped from my chin. This continued for a while, while I bathed in my self-pitying tears before the man, Sam, returned.

The man hardly looked like a doctor. But he had a stethoscope around his neck and a white lab coat on. He seemed too young...perhaps an intern? He had golden hair, strangely gold eyes, and pale skin. He walked nervously, but still fast. He had purpose behind each step, an unhidden fear in his eyes.

"Francine, I need you to look at this." He told, pulling a small flashlight from nowhere. I wanted to scream. Too fast. Why were all these people so fast? I wanted to yell at them, tell them to move slowly, but all I did was follow the flashlight. I winched when he hit certain places, a more bright angle than others.

"Oh Franki," one of the men whispered. I couldn't tell which one. Franki...was that short for Francine?

"What's going on?" I repeated, my voice shaking threateningly as my eyes teared up once more. The man looked at me, then back to the giants before turning his full body to speak.

"Francine, I believe you have Post-Traumatic Amnesia...do you know what that is?" I widened my eyes, he seemed to understand what that meant. "It means that you have had a severe head injury that has manifested in the...the temporary loss of some memories."

"Some." I repeated lowly, looking at him with cold, dry eyes. I was afraid if I blinked it would make the tears come again...something told me tears were bad. Something sent up red flags.

"Well, it seems you remember basic motor functions...you remember how to speak, you remember how to feel emotion and express yourself as you did before...do you remember your friends over here?"

I looked over towards the giants, who were all looking at me with helplessly wide eyes. These were my friends? These huge, terrifying boys? I looked back to the doctor with the comforting white jacket and shook my head slowly. I heard the one closest let out a strange growl of pain.

"Do you remember who you are?" My eyes glossed over, but tears couldn't fall as I set my jaw, feeling like I should hiss in pain from the throb from my head.

"No." I mumbled through my teeth.

"You don't remember your name?"

"No." I repeated, I could feel heat rising up my neck.

"Do you remember where you are?"

"No." I growled, shaking my head with my eyes shut. It made me dizzy at once, so dizzy that I opened my eyes to see if the earth was actually spinning off of it's axis. He seemed to notice this and stopped the questions.

"Would you like to know your name?" I didn't hear my answer but I could feel my vocal chords vibrate with how tight my throat felt. But it was not the doctor who answered, instead it was the tallest giant who was looking down at me with tears in his own eyes.

"Your name is Francine Leah-Ann Young." He sniffed. "You don't remember me at all, Franki?" I was taken aback by his reaction, but I couldn't comprehend my own name and answer fast enough for him. Just as I was testing the words in my own mouth, repeating them aloud I watched him run out of the room. The door slammed behind him before the smallest boy ran after him. The doctor, mindlessly writing down muttered a quick dismissal before pulling the last boy out of the room and away from my sight.

And I was left as alone as I felt.