“Lady Adriana, can you hear me?”

The soft surface I was lying on was the first thing that hit me when I gained consciousness. I was somehow lying on a bed. The softness felt almost as if I was on a cloud. I couldn’t recognize the texture of my clothing, either. It was different from what I was used to. I would have said that it was smoother than silk, but I have never felt silk, so it may very well be coarser. Have I been transferred? My old bed was much harder, more akin to steel than a mattress, and the patient gown I wore certainly cheaper, as well.

The woman’s voice that pierced the silence was the second thing to hit me. It was a distinct voice, husky, similar to rough sandpaper, but not irritating. Through my time at the hospital, I talked to many nurses, but none of then had such an interesting voice. It clearly expressed concern for someone named Adriana. I was curious who this “Lady Adriana” patient was, so I opened my eyes.

A massive room greeted me. The walls were lined with gold, no, everything was lined with gold. The furniture felt like it was from a medieval castle, more fit for a king than a hospital patient. Then, I looked to my left.

“M… Maid?” I said, questioning my vision. A cosplayer (?) was looking at me. She seemed malnourished, and her heavy makeup didn’t hide the massive black bags under her eyes. I looked around the room, searching for another patient, but we were the only ones,

“Lady Adriana! You woke up!” The maid cosplayer said, nearly in tears.

“Sorry, I think you got the wrong person,” I said, confused, and somewhat concerned about the maid’s sanity, “I’m not this ‘Adriana’ person you were looking for.”

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“You are probably confused after being in coma for so long. It’ll come to you eventually.” The maid responded, “You must be hungry.”

The maid then took a wooden tray full of food from a stand, and brought it to the overly ornate bedstand, which was possibly larger than the computer desk I owned in my apartment prior to my permanent residence in the hospital. Everything in this room was overwhelming. I doubt that even J*ff B*zos could afford all of this, unless most of it was fake. I bet that with a little fruit knife, I could scrape the paint off of the fake golden handles on the bedstand drawer.

“Sorry, who are you, where did you take me, and why?”

“Lady Adriana, do you really not remember?” The maid was concerned, but her mental state may have been more concerning.

“Look, I’m not Adriana. I don’t know even know any real person named Adriana.”

“Princess Adriana Gray, you are in England. You’ve been asleep for 200 years. This is your room in the Gray Manor.”

Now, I was starting to really doubt the cosplayer’s mental state. First of all, princess? Really? I can count the number of large countries with princesses on one hand. Plus, there was definitely no princess with the last name ‘Gray’ in England right now, and sleeping for 200 years is definitely impossible. I was seriously growing tired of the maid’s antics.

“Look, I don’t know what hidden camera T.V. Show I’m currently on, but this is probably illegal, so please, let me go, or I might pursue legal action.” I bluffed. Suing someone like this is definitely not worth the effort, nor do I have the money to start a court case.

“Princess, please come to your senses. Do you see that painting? That’s you. Maybe it will help you regain your memories.” The maid responded. She was growing more tired every second.

The painting she pointed at displayed an impossibly beautiful person. She had red eyes, a slender frame, and pink hair. A very unusual set of attributes, possibly because of some sort of genetic mutation or cosmetics. I was leaning on the latter.

“Sorry, that’s clearly not me. You 100% got the wrong person.” I said, growing bored at the same rate as the maid becoming more tired.

The maid brought out a mirror from the bedstand. The reflection of me matched the painting.

“Wait, what?!?”

Then I felt a sharp pain near my stomach. Cold metal pierced me.

Then I woke up, for real this time, in the familiar hospital.