Andie's p.o.v.
I awoke the next morning with a spiltting headache and a freezing, sore body. What had happened last night? Then a rather attractive face looked into mine. I recognized him and yet I didn't. Who was he? Was he my boyfriend? (Because that would be awesome) My brother?(Oh gosh no! Please dont let the cutie be my brother!) Cousin? (same response as bro.) What was wrong with me? Why can't I remember him........or myself....or anything? I needed to know, who was he and more importantly who am I?
Then he asked, "Are you alright Andie? You gave me such a scare last night!"
My name is Andie? Isn't that a boys name? Wait...respond stupid!! "Ummmmmm, yeah I think so...what exactly happ-?" Then it all came back to me, a conversation, the warning, the sudden lurch of the boat, flying off, the cold water, and then.....blackness. It all came back, in one painful migraine. I yelped in pain and clutched my head.
The voice called out, "Andie! What's wrong?!"
"M-m-migraine..." I whimpered, still holding my head. I felt his arms circle around me and pull me into a hug.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered gently, while rubbing my back. "I know it hurts, but at least you're alive...I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died..."
It was a sweet thing for him to say, and I felt heart melt. (not literally but you know what I mean) Who was this guy? And where were we? Before I could think of a nicer way to ask him, I blurted, "Who are you? And....who am I?"