Not my day

Keetie hissed softly at the sudden pressure of the gauze over her wounds. As another was dampened and the blood was washed from around her eyes, she found that her sight was a little sharper. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the change. “Thank you” She said, her voice rough and hoarse.

“Do I know you, is the cat yours?” She asked, her voice marginally evening out as she began to use it. The questions flowed from her as she realised just how little she remembered. “I can’t… I don’t…” She paused, shaking her head only to gasp at the pain that caused. She was disoriented and the throbbing pain did little to help.