As I lay on the plush bed, I realized I was dressed in a long, silky nightgown. Questions flooded my mind as I approached the door, my curiosity urging me to seek answers beyond.

   Upon opening the door, I was met by the striking sight of a blonde girl with enchanting amber eyes. Her initial shock gave way to delight, and she pulled me into a warm embrace.

   "You're finally awake, Jess," she exclaimed when we parted.

  "Jess? Are you talking to me?" I asked, my confusion deepening.

  "Huh?"

   It was then that I became acutely aware of my predicament—I had no memory of my own identity, nor did I recognize any of the people or names she mentioned.

"Are you joking?" she inquired, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

   "You don't know me but surely you remember Dylan " 

   "I truly don't know you, and I have no idea who this 'Dylan' might be," I admitted, my bewilderment growing by the second.

   "This is not good," she muttered with evident concern.

   "What do you mean?" I asked, desperate for answers.

   "The doctor never mentioned memory loss; he only said you'd been in a coma," she explained.

   "Coma? Are you saying I—"

  "—have been here for a year and two months," she finished my sentence, leaving me stunned.

   "What?" I gasped.

  "Wait, you genuinely can't remember anything about yourself?" she asked, her concern deepening.

  "No. I don't even know where I am. I was hoping someone could shed some light on this," I replied, my sense of disorientation growing with each passing moment.