BEN
A cacophony of beeps and clicks chases away the darkness. I open my eyes to a sterile, fluorescent lit room. Staring at the bland ceiling, a profound confusion plagues me. Why am I in a hospital bed? The last thing I remember is... I search the foggy depths of my mind, but nothing surfaces.
I hear a rustling beside me, and I turn to see a woman, her beauty as cold and captivating as a winter morning. Her ice-blond hair frames her face and her eyes, green as emeralds, sparkle with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
"Do you... do you know who I am?" she asks, her voice trembling, her eyes welling with tears. A whisper of an accent — Irish? — laces her words.
I open my mouth to respond, and to my surprise, I sound different, the words tumbling out in a British accent I didn't know I p
