When Zack’s eyes open, he wonders if he’s made it to heaven. There’s a ceiling fan spinning overhead, the scent of fresh linen, and someone beautiful dressing the deep wounds on his chest. His entire body hurts, and it feels like he narrowly escaped death. Distantly, he thinks he smells the ocean; he must be so far away from home.

His head throbs painfully the moment he tries to recall what caused him to end up like this. It’s like all memories of the past are locked up. He can’t remember anything. Instead of dwelling on it, he reaches a hand out to you, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and stilling your movements. “Are you… an angel?” he asks weakly.