I open my eyes to find myself in a bed, attached to wires that attach me to machines. I panic and try to get up but a woman rushes in and holds me down while another one injects me with something and I'm out again. When I wake up again there is a man standing over me, watching me sleep. He walks up to me with a smile and speaks. "Finally you are awake, sorry about earlier we couldn't have you getting up just yet. We weren't sure you would wake up at all, you have been in a coma. How are you feeling?" I'm not sure what to say so I say the first thing that comes to mind, "I feel ok I guess. What's going on?" The man looked at some papers he had in his had before speaking again. "You were discovered in Mexico City lying in the street. We thought you weren't going to make it but you are a fighter." The man pats me on the shoulder and I smile uncomfortably. "How did I get to Mexico?" I ask and the man shakes his head. "We don't know, we don't know anything about you. That's why we were hopeing you would wake up so you could tell us." I look at him and then look around then I rub my head and say "I wish I could help you out but I have no idea who I am."



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