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The first thing that he remembered was pain, a vast sea of stars that looked like a body of water surrounding him as he drifted aimlessly for what seemed like an eternity, and then suddenly the world spun out of control to a dizzying pace then blackness. Suddenly he was unable to move anything, a heavy feeling of dread washes over him as the beautiful starry sky turned red and an explosion far too close to be safe pushed him into darkness, the last thing he heard someone scream, “Blue!”
He awoke with a start, staring at a coral ceiling bathed in a pale yellow light as he took heavy breaths. He gulped in air but it never felt like enough, “MOM!” an escaping voice yelled to his right, turning his head in that direction, however, wasn’t the best idea as his temple pulses and his vision goes white. The man groaned as he rested his head back on the pillow under his head, refusing to move any farther.
Seconds later a green person with too thick hands walked into the room with a child that looked just like her follows close behind.
“Hi,” by their voice the man concluded she was female. She gave him a shy smile, “How do you feel?” she asked.
The first thing that came to mind was that he felt like he got hit by a truck. “A Truck?” she repeated, he must have said that aloud.
“What is that?” she asked a follow up question as the child handed her a tool kit. Just as he opened his mouth to answer he then noticed that he doesn’t entirely know, just that it was something big. That wasn’t the only thing he didn’t know, however, he was drawing a blank on everything, all his memories, all his experiences, the people he knew gone- black. The only thing he remembered was that he was in pain and a lot of it.
“I-I don’t know.” he whispered his voice hoarse and uncomfortable from disuse.
“Do you -” she the woman asked hesitantly “Do you remember what happened to you?”
“No- I don’t. Do you?” he asked after a pause he looked in her green eyes, he nervously laughed. Laughing hurt, he most definitely had a broken rib and his muscles burned from head to toe. His eyes grew glassy his chest hurt more and in and he soon realised he was crying.
He should stop crying, he’s been crying for a while. The Doctor named Ofella and her daughter, Rueq, had become concerned, worried that they are hurting him. They change his bandages and check on his wounds with gentle hands giving him soft apologetic looks when they used a bit more force to clean cuts and tighten wrappings.
“I don’t remember anything,” he says in disbelief, tears streaking his face, “It’s nothing, like a hole in everything. No name. No family. Just a hole,” he choked.
After Ofella finished his wrappings, the crying man calmed and she rested a hand on his shoulder, “It’s ok that you don't have to remember everything, that’s normal. Rueq found you on the beach 3 months ago, in the middle of a shipwreck noless. You were unconscious for so long, amnesia is at least a little bit expected. I’m not elated by it, but as your not brain dead.”
“You’re telling me,” the man sighed closing his eyes and relaxed his tense muscles.
“But, you can stay here until you remember,” she smiled.
By the end of the week he'd had the same dream as before, floating in space before an explosion and a desperate cry of someone yelling, “Blue!”, and the whole world turning black.
The man gasps awake to see two blue-green staring right at him.
“Are you ok?” the little girl asks, “Do you want me to get my mom?” she stands.
Lance sighed, trying to reach out to her, stopping when his skin pulled taut, “No,” came a rough voice, “I’m… fine.”
“Do you remember anything?” The small girls’ eyes got wider and for the first time The man was coherent enough to understand and see the person was in front of him. The girl had green scaled skin that was slightly off put by her eyes. Her hair was a dark sea green and tightly matted curly hair fell into her face and down her neck just hiding the pointed ears she had.
“Blue,” he answered, “Someone yelling blue and a big explosion.”
“That your name?”
“Don’t know, I just remember seeing the night sky and someone yelling ‘Blue’,” his eyes slid back to the coral ceiling and sunlight was waning, oranges and yellows dance on the ceiling giving him some calm as the girl was silent for a couple of moments.
“So we’ll call you Blue” the girl said excitedly interrupting the small window of peace.
“It might not be my name though.”
“So? It’s the first thing you remember and I can’t keep calling you Pilot man.”
“That sounds cooler than Blue,” he argued.
“But it's easier for me.”
Blue agreed after Rueq proposal for name was making him tired, his were eyelids growing heavy. “Rueq is a pretty name though, I hope my real name is more unique than just Blue.”
The girl smiles at the change of subject, “Mama said my name is part of the constellation our sun is on. She said my name is a story of Home.”
Rueq grows more and more excited as the lights on the ceiling begin to dull. She begins a long story of the constellation that shares her namesake. Blue enjoys her ramblings it reminds him of something, but he can’t really remember what.
Over the next year and a half, nothing but that dream and his adopted name came to Blue’s mind. With his memories still missing, Blue decides to assimilate into life on the dock planet of Oceania, a trading port that sees tons of visitors, tourists, and merchants a year.
He sees all sorts of people from the farthest parts of the galaxy, helping move goods from vendor to vendor, he somehow thought there would be more to it.That he would find some hint of something that showed him who he was or at least a small memory, but all he gets is feelings and weird deja-vu. None of it was solid memory and Blue is beginning to wonder if he might have to leave this small trading post he’s come to call home.