Amnesia Vu

I think I've forgotten this before...

"Do you suffer from long-term memory loss.

...I can't remember." Chumbawumba, Amnesia.

Amnesia

Fire

Pain

Hunger

The first thing to return was sensation. A flood of something, repairing, replenishing losses, the hollowness filling slightly. Then it was gone. It wasn't enough. Instinct returned, instinct that registered something nearby, dimly, moving to it, gripping it, devouring it. Blind flailing found the next. And the next...

Slowly, blinding hunger near-saitated, thought began to return. Confused, he reached up to rub his eyes. He couldn't find them. His hand didn't seem to want to move. There was a vague awareness of ground under him.

Stand up, dammit. Somehow he found a foot, then the other, tried to straighten from the crouch, unsure why it was so difficult. His balance shifted as his weight adjusted oddly and he lurched to the side before he could stop himself. What he caught himself on must be a hand, and those were feet under him, so if he pushed his weight backwards he should be standing up. He guessed he was. He felt higher, less of himself pressed against the ground, though it would be so easy to let go and just slump. He refused, angry at himself for being so weak.

Impatient, he forced his eyes open, and suddenly sight and sound returned, wavering dizzily as the world snapped into pieces around him. He blinked, trying to clear his sight, as the sound dulled to manageable levels. Reaching up to rub his eyes he froze. A mass of writhing black tendrils squirmed and shifted in front of him, blurrng as he watched, forming into a sleeve and then a hand. It was definitely his hand, he knew the scar he had got when, when...it was his hand because it was attached to him and he could move it. He flexed it experimentally as his vision cleared, trying to dismiss the vision as hallucination.

"Now you've eaten do you feel better?" a distorted voice asked chirpily out of nowhere.

"What?" He looked up, saw nothing beyond the glass wall in front of him. It was dimly lit on his side, but the lights beyond were completely out. Only his blurry reflection stared back.

"Are you feeling better?" the voice asked insistently. He looked at his hands, looked up, saw the world beyond fade into oranges and reds, figures moving.

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?"

There was a pause and then a response equally heartfelt and unhelpful.

"Oh. Fuck."