No one knew that there was a survivor of the fire incident.
No one but a man named Greg.
.....
The first thing I saw when I woke up was an unfamiliar ceiling which was kind of normal since I moved from place to place, living between hotels.
The second thing that I saw though, was definitely not normal.
Bandages. My whole body was covered by bandages, like a Mummy.
'What happened? Was I in some kind of accident?' I asked myself. Back then, the truth hadn't hit me yet.
'But it didn't hurt though. Maybe they gave me some drug ' I thought while tracing my fingers on the bandage in a trance.
After that, I saw the third thing, the room I was in. It wasn't so much like a hospital room as I expected. Instead, it looked like a regular clean bedroom with a basic egg color wall, a TV, a closet, and other normal bedroom shits.
Was my condition that bad? I heard that if they see no chance of you getting better, they will move you to a normal-looking room so that you can die with a good state of mind or something.
I started to feel my panic attack coming with just the thought. The idea of a slow peaceful death scared me.
But before I could have full-blown nerves break down, a man walked in.
He was a tall buffed white man in his late 20s or maybe early 30s with tan skin, short brown hair, and green eyes. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and black cargo pants with neon green stripes.
An off-duty firefighter? Not a doctor?
I was confused. And I became even more confused after I heard what he had to say.
.....
According to him, Greg, who at the moment was sitting on the chair next to my bed, I was a 24-year-old burn victim named Nadia who was also his wife.
"Nadia and what?" I asked with confusion.
"Your name is Nadia, my wife of 3 years. You got into a car accident about a year ago which resulted in a third-degree burn all over your body. But don't worry, your wounds are almost fully healed now. You will look as good as new after we take the bandage off" he said, face full of smile, voice full of excitement.
"I am Nadia? Are you sure?" I asked again. Still confused af.
I meant me? A young happy housewife? How did that even happen?
"Yes, honey. I am sure. The doctor said you might have lost some of your memory but it will eventually come back. Even if it won't, we will just create new memories together." He said with love I didn't remember ever experiencing.
After that, he stood up, kissed me on my bandaged forehead, and left the room.
Obviously, I was still confused.
A lot of possibilities kept popping up in my head.
Did I somehow get a new identity, a new name, and a husband? Maybe I just lost all of the good memories and only remember the bad part.
It could also be a possession. I might die and took over the body.
Or maybe I got kidnapped and he was just speaking nonsense.
Which one was the truth.