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Flashes.
Light.
So very, very bright.
And then she is awake, panting for breath, her eyes flying open.
Looking around, she realizes she’s in a hospital, which makes no sense because why would she-
She.
She.
Who is she?
Fear.
Worry.
All she can do is think in primitive human instincts, trapped in her own mind by the lack of her memories, the lack of any life before she woke up.
Her head feels very empty.
Then a doctor enters, heading straight to her side.
“Miss, please calm down.”
His voice is soothing, calm, and she allows herself to close her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again.
“I am Dr. Nyko.” He says.
A laugh slips out without her realizing. “Weird name, Doc.”
Nyko doesn’t react, still staring at her. “Do you remember yours?”
She can’t do anything but stare numbly back at him.
Who is she?
“Raven Reyes.” Nyko says, and she look at him in confusion. “That’s your name.”
Huh. She- Raven- mulls the name over. “Raven.” It’s a pretty name, and even gives her a signature mark.
A flash.
Then she sees the outline of a bird, a raven, on a piece of a paper.
Another flash, and Raven’s back in the hospital room.
Nyko is peering curiously at her. “Miss Reyes, you seem to be experiencing amnesia as a result of your head injury.”
“Head injury?”
“From your car accident.”
“I was in a car accident?”
“Yes. It’s also why your leg is in a brace.”
Raven looks down, and sees a hunk of metal holding onto one of her legs. “How come I can’t feel it?”
“We numbed the area before operating, but…” Nyko look nervous, a stark contrast from his usual calm demeanor.
“Just give it to me straight, Doc.” Raven says. ‘I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
“It is possible that you wouldn’t be able to feel anything in that area regardless of how much anesthesia we gave you. You would be able to walk, but only with the assist of the brace.”
Raven sucks in a breath, taking in this new information.
Nyko pats her hand, but somehow the gesture doesn’t feel patronizing. “I think you might want to talk to people you know better right now.”
She wants to tell him that she doesn’t know anybody, doesn’t remember anything, but he’s already left the room, and now others are coming in.
First a dark-haired older man, and then a tall curly-haired younger man and a short blonde woman.
Raven wonders who they are.
The younger people hang back, studying her nervously, but the older man rushes forward, embracing Raven tightly before she can even blink.
“My brave, brave girl.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Raven feels weird, a combination of the obvious intimacy of the gesture and the fact that she feels like she’s experienced this before, and so she pulls back, tilting her head.
“Who’re you?”
The man’s face falls, but he quickly pulls back into a smile. “Jacopo Sinclair, but you call me Sinclair. I’m…” He hesitates, before continuing. “I’m your adoptive father.”
Oh.
Oh.
Raven wonders what happened to her biological parents, but decides that’s something she can learn later.
“Raven Reyes.” She replies. “Nice to meet you.”
Sinclair smiles at this, then sits down next to her, content with holding her hand in silence.
Raven turns to the other people in the room. “Are you guys my siblings?”
They both laugh at this, shaking their heads. The blonde speaks first. “Definitely not.” As the two draw closer, Raven sees the matching bands on their ring fingers.
“I’m Clarke. Clarke Griffin.”
“Bellamy Blake.” The man says.
“You’re, uh, my best friend. The maid of honor at our wedding, the first person I ever told about this little one.” Clarke rubs her barely swelling stomach, smiling softly.
Raven just feels uncomfortable. These people obviously care about her so much, but she knows absolutely nothing about them.
Or her, for that matter.
“Well, why don’t we fix that?” Bellamy says, and Raven realizes she’s voiced the last part out loud. They don’t seem to mind though, and Raven feels lucky that she knows these people, even though she doesn’t have any memories with them.
Together, Bellamy, Clarke, and Sinclair help fill in some key details about her life, and by the time Clarke and Bellamy have to leave, she’s managed to learn a lot about her life.
Her name is Raven Reyes.
She is twenty six years old.
She lives in Arkadia, Virginia.
She works at Franko Tech as a mechanical engineer.
She graduated from Ark University, where most of their friends are from, who Bellamy promises Raven will see soon.
She and Clarke met because they were apparently both dating the same guy, neither realizing the other existed. Raven thinks this is probably the funniest way to start a friendship that she can think of.
By the time they’re done talking, Raven’s head feels a lot less empty.
∞
Flashes.
Light.
So very, very bright.
And then he is awake, panting for breath, his eyes flying open.
Murphy sits up straight in bed, pressing one hand to his cheek and realizing he’s been crying in his sleep.
He looks over at his bedstand, seeing his phone blinking brightly. A text message from Clarke. Two hours ago.
She’s awake.
Holy shit.
Immediately he calls her. On the second ring, Clarke picks up, her voice scratchy from tiredness.
“She has a brace on her leg, can’t walk without it.”
Murphy lets out a breath, tears welling up in his eyes again as he leans against the headboard. Four days. Four days since Raven was placed in a coma.
How is he supposed to live with himself after what he did?
“Is…Is she feeling okay?”
“Yeah, she’s dosed up on painkillers, but…” Clarke sighs, and hears a muffled noise which he assumes is her talking to Bellamy. “Murph, she doesn’t remember.”
“What?”
“Raven doesn’t remember anything, Murphy. Not the accident, not us, not Sinclair, not even her own name.”
He takes in this information, trying to make it make sense. Raven is the smartest out of all of them, and now she can’t remember her own life?
This is all his fault.
“Murphy, I’m gonna re-introduce her to the rest of us next D-Day, okay? Please…just be there.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Murphy says, then hangs up before Clarke can say anything else. He knows she’s just trying to help, but he doesn’t need it. Raven does.
Raven did, and he didn’t help her.
Murphy wonders if he will even be able to look her in the eyes.