I'm not Nikamura, You're mistaken. My name is Aurelia

She tried opening her eyes the first time, but everything seemed a lot blurry, but she could not help but struggle. The scent of blood was all over the place, as strong and arid as it seemed.

She could hear someone sobbing beside her, and from the tone, it was a male. Perhaps her father.

At least someone had found her. Momentarily, she closed her eyes as she braced herself to try again. This time, it took a moment, but she finally adjusted to the light in the room. 

Everything seemed strange. She could not recognize this place. Perhaps her father had taken her to a place to cure her. She looked to her side and noticed the person was holding her hand and crying.

Wait, that's not her gathering. While her dad had short hair with streaks of white in it, This person was more or less silver-haired, and it was so long that he had it drawn together in a ponytail. She was totally confused and at a loss as to the identity of this person.

"Who...?" She tried speaking the first time but felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. 

He quickly looked up, his eyes reddened from crying.

"Miss!" He exclaimed and embraced her, but she flinched. "I'm sorry."

"Who...who are you? Where am I?" She managed to say the words.

He looked confusingly at her, like she was going crazy. "Miss, it's me, Zayne."

"I don't know you. Where's my father? Get me my father!" She yelled.

"Miss, stay calm. Did you hit your head somewhere? It's me," he said.

Zayne was so confused at this point that he started to wonder. That's when he recalled the poison with which she had been wounded.

Perhaps it had tampered with her memory, and it would take some time for him to get her to understand who he was to her and who she was as well.

"Get my father! Dad!!! D-dad?" She stammered now and struggled to rise but felt the sharpest pain ever.

The man was also covered in blood, as was his hand, and it looked like fresh blood.

Blood?

She had died from smoke.

How come she was bleeding?

Had they taken her away to dissect her bit by bit?

Did she even have her complete body now?

"What have you done to me?" She demanded despite the pain.

He realized she was beginning to get agitated, and if he let this continue, she might as well lose control.

Her wound was bleeding some more, and he rushed to the table as he grabbed a syringe filled with a certain liquid.

Her eyes grew wild as she saw him approach.

"Wait, what's that?" she demanded.

He kept approaching as he uncapped the syringe. "I'm sorry, Miss. It's for your own good."

She could now tell that he would be using that thing on her, and she could not let it happen.

"Get that thing away from me. Get it... away." She cried out. Her adrenaline seemed to dull her pain momentarily, but then she grew weaker.

He was right in front of her now as he grabbed her hand.

She did not know how to struggle with him, and now she felt weak. She could merely plead with him at this point not to hurt her.

"Please, please. My father is rich. He'll pay you, please." She cried out to him.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I promise, you'll be fine," he said to her.

That was exactly what doctors would say to a patient—that they were mercy killing. Was this the end? She was about to plead further when she felt the syringe press against her and that prickly feeling as it pierced her skin.

Her eyes started to close slowly as the sedative started to work.

Zayne observed her sadly.

"You'll be fine, Miss," he said as he walked away from her to discard the empty syringe in the trash can.

Poor girl; she probably was remembering her father, who was late in her moment of haziness. The poison had separated successfully, and now the identifier was doing its job and would soon give prescriptions for what to be administered.

He looked where she lay and realized how bloodied it was. The towel was already soaked, and he could not stitch it up until he discovered what it was exactly.

He went and got a bucket of purified water and two towels.

With the first towel, he started to clean her wound area. Being careful enough not to get the wound wet.

She was losing blood, and he really hoped that any moment now, the prescription would be ready. When he was finished, he put the dry towel over the wound as he observed her. She was getting pale, clearly from blood loss.

"Any moment now," he muttered as he stared at the machine that was at 68 percent.

He took hold of her hand and stared at her. She was more or less his only family now. She was the one he saw as his child, and he would do anything to keep her alive. He would go pull her out of the mouth of death itself if necessary.

Soon enough, he heard the dinging sound from the machine and rushed to the computer. The prescription pulled up, and he went to their medical supply store to pull out two containers.

The poison she had been stabbed with was rather deadly, but he was happy he had identified it. He got a new syringe, measured out rations from both prescriptions, and went to inject her with it.

It did not seem to be working at first, but then the blueish color started to clear up and her breathing started to get better.

Now, he could clean the wound and stitch her up.

He finished up and tidied up the room, including shifting her to the other room in the building, so the disinfectant smell could be reduced in this one.

Slowly, once again, she opened her eyes and found that she was in a different room. The man was still there, but he was staring at her now. She frowned.

"You again?" she muttered.

"Miss Nikamura, you're fine now," he said to her.

"Wait, what did you just call me?" she demanded. She noticed the pain had reduced and the smell of blood had gone.

"Nikamura, Miss," he responded.

"You're mistaken. My name is Aurelia," she said to him.

"No, Miss. You're Nikamura, the phantom of our world," he said, looking really confused.

"Don't you get it? I'm not that person, damnit!" She yelled.

Frustrated, he went and grabbed a small mirror, which he pointed to her face.

"See?" he said. He was tired of her games.

"Fuck! What have you done to me?" she yelled.

Wait, Nikamura would never use the F-word. Now he noticed the change in her accent. Miss Nikamura was Japanese, and this was clearly an American evil spirit!

He frowned as he grabbed a pistol and pointed at her face.

"Who are you, demon, and what have you done with my leader?" he demanded.

Aurelia was totally confused. Was this man mad? Besides, the face she had just seen in the mirror was not hers; what had happened?