The ceiling is covered in flowers of different shapes and sizes.

The longer you stare at it, the more interesting you find the pattern to be. Perhaps it's the dizziness assaulting your senses from all sides, but you can't seem to make your mind focus on anything else. Sitting up in this situation seems unwise. So, instead, you continue lay there marveling over the ceiling. Your mind feels as if someone stuffed a jar of cotton in it, making any real thought almost impossible.

The moment the world around you seems to settle, you brace a hand against the silky violet sheets beneath you. Aware that moving too quickly may bring back your dizziness, you settle for propping yourself up just enough to get a better view of your surroundings. The world shifts about, but stops within seconds.

The first thing of note is the large wooden door to your right. It's a dark color-- a stark contrast to the pastel pink walls. Only three feet to the left of it is another door. This one is glass, although it's too foggy to see through. A bathroom, you guess. The opposite wall holds a dresser and a set of folding doors-- a closet, perhaps? The wall across from you is completely covered by a bookshelf, with a single pastel violet chair settled in front.

Where are you?

Is this... your bedroom?

It seems to be a reasonable assumption. You sit up the rest of the way as you consider this. Your bedroom... why can't you remember whether or not that's right? The harder you search your mind for the answer the further out of reach the memory seems to be. Then there's the fact that fog encasing your thoughts is only making the matter more difficult. A small, ball of fear begins to form in the pit of your stomach.

That's not right. The answer isn't out of reach. It's missing and it's not just this room.

Your mind holds nothing.

Why your here.

Where here is.

Your name.

There's nothing.

The moment this realization clicks into place the fear grows. Your hands slip around your head, clutching thick locks of hair as you curl into yourself.

Breathing seems hard.

Your name. What's your name? Your mind sticks on this thought alone. Shouldn't you know your own name? Your fingers release your hair-- brushing a bandage as they do-- and suddenly you freeze as pain overtakes your panic. It feels as if someone stabbed a dagger through the back of your head.

Is... is that it? Is that why everything is so foggy?

Even after the sharp pain fades, your head throbs to the point you can feel tears forming. You want nothing more than to bury yourself back beneath the covers and return to the depths of unconsciousness. At least it didn't hurt then. You aren't sure how you didn't notice the pain before.

Are you that out of it? Is the fog in your mind so encompassing that it could cover something that horrible?

A door swinging open interrupts these thoughts. Your head jerks up and you wince. Tears blur your vision. Now that you've noticed it, your head demands your complete attention. Despite all of this, you force yourself to focus on the person in the doorway. The boy--or is it man?-- seems frozen in place, eyes wide. Perhaps he hadn't expected you to be awake? Or maybe it's the pain you're so obviously displaying. Whatever it is, it gives you a split second to take him in.

His hair is a bright apple red, the strands shaggy and ill kept; it's the sort of style one might expect if they fix their hair by running their fingers through it. Even more striking than his hair, however, are his eyes-- the right a pale red, the left dull gold. His body is hidden by a forest green tee-shirt and dark colored trousers, but even then you can tell that his rather slight build is hiding well-toned muscles.

He recovers as you stare. His startled expression is replaced by a concerned smile and he crosses the room, placing a tray on something at the end of the bed. Whatever it is is hidden by the footboard.

"You're awake," he notes. "I'm so glad. We were worried there for awhile. How are you feeling? Are you in pain? You look like you are."

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The stranger knits his brow.

"Hi-chan?"

He steps closer to you. Instinctively, you shove yourself backwards against the headboard. He pauses, lips tugging downwards.

"You... are you okay?" he asks once again.

"Who are you?" The single sentence seems to release a flood of words. "Where am I? What's going on?"

He continues to look confused for a few seconds, then his expression smooths over. He offers you a faint smile and turns his hands palms out in the air.

"I see. You must be a bit confused, waking up here, Hi-chan. Aniki said that might happen. You hit your head pretty hard when you fell. Don't worry, Aniki said it should only last a few days at most."

You fell?

You remember the bandage you felt before. You touch your forehead and feel out the bandage in a cautious manner. Falling... that would make a bit of sense. The rest of your body feels fine, but the throbbing has yet to fade. It was only pushed to the back of your thoughts by the boy's sudden appearance. Perhaps you hit it on something? Still... your lack of other injuries... what sort of fall was it?

"I'll answer your questions for now," he continues. "You're at home. I'm your brother, Touma. I've been taking care of you since your accident."

Your brother?

Your confusion must have been obvious, because Touma laughs. It's a rather light, yet warm sound. You relax somewhat. Despite everything, it's hard to stay on edge when you combine the sound with the friendly, yet concerned smile on his face.

"We're not blood related," he explains. "Our parents almost wed and stayed close even after they married other people. We grew up like family and you called Aniki, oniisan."

"... we?" you question.

"Yeah, you, me, Aniki, Suki--" he began, then cut off, frowning. "Oh, Aniki will want to know you're awake. I should go tell him."

Your earlier panic starts to return at the thought of being left alone. You might not know him, but...

You shove your covers away, swinging your feet towards the floor. He steps forward to catch you when your sudden action almost sends you tumbling down to the plush, white carpet.

"Hi-chan!" Touma scolds. "Hi-chan, what're you doing? You should stay in bed!"

Your fingers clutch his sleeve. Unreasonably, you can feel tears filling your eyes again. Perhaps some part of you remembers him even if your mind continues to be a blank sheet. All you know is that you can't let him leave.

"Don't... don't..." you begin.

His resulting, warm smile cuts off your train of thought and you find yourself allowing Touma to shift you back into position on the bed.

"Don't worry, Hi-chan," he assures you. "I'll be right back after I tell Aniki. He's a doctor. You're really confused, right? Aniki can help. Plus, all of us were super worried. Even Suki! They should know you're okay. I'll come back right away, though! I promise. So, don't worry, okay?"

Something about his soothing tone reaches you and you find yourself nodding.

"O-okay..."

"Good."

Touma rearranges your blankets, offering you that smile of his. It seems to seal away the last bit of your panic. Soon he has you fully cocooned and is heading for the door.

"I'll be right back," he promises again.

Then, he's gone.

You're alone once again.