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prodded.
    “Can you tell me your name?” the paramedic asked.
    “ Audrey,” I rasped again.
    “ Audrey what?”
    “ Audrey Willis.”
    “Al l right, Audrey. My name is Mike. We’re going to take good care of you. Do you remember what happened?”
    “Not really,” I admitted.
    “Okay. How are you feeling now?”
    I then proceeded to answer the next several questions the best I could. The most infuriating part was that they had taped my head down as well. I couldn’t even look at Mike unless he leaned right over the top of me.
    When we arrived at the hospital I answered several more questions, all while being poked with needles, moved into an emergency room bed, and still not able to move my head. When they called Mom—my new emergency contact—I could hear her panicked, high-pitched voice from across the hall. After several tests that I couldn’t even remember the names of, I was admitted for monitoring. 
    All anyone would tell me was I’d almost drowned. I couldn’t remember anything no matter how hard I tried.  
     
     
    “Mom, for the last time, I didn’t try to kill myself!” I sighed exasperatedly.
    “How do you know if you can’t remember what happened, Audrey?” She hadn’t left my side since she’d arrived, literally. She had taken up residence in the chair next to the bed I’d been sequestered in, sobbing and trying to interrogate an answer that didn’t exist out of me.
    T hree days have passed since my accident. I knew everyone was thinking I’d tried to end my own life, especially after Mom had filled them in about everything I’d been going through. She especially thought that losing the baby had pushed me over the edge. I knew I hadn’t done anything though—I wanted to live, is spite of everything. 
    “Your doctor agrees with me,” she said lovingly.
    “About what?”
    “We think that you should spend some time in a rehabilitation cent—“
    “Mom, I’m not on drugs!” I said incredulously. “I have absolutely no reason going to rehab!”
    “Not that kind of rehab,” she said hurriedly. “ Simply a nice place where you can relax, be taken care of, and overcome these feelings that you’re having. I know that you need to mourn the loss of your family, but I want to see you feeling better as well.” She patted my hand, tears forming in her eyes. “I just love you so much, sweetheart. You’ve been through more than most people could handle in such a short time, no one would judge or blame you for doing this.”
    “I didn’t try to drown myself,” I said through gritted teeth.
    “It’s okay to admit that you need help,” she urged.
    “She’s telling the truth,” a voice said from the doorway.
    I looked over to a man who—while strangely familiar—was a stranger. His short, brown hair was wet and slicked back, like he’d just been swimming. His white t-shirt and blue board shorts suggested he’d been doing just that.
    “She slipped. I saw the whole thing,” he continued.
    “And you are?” Mom asked politely.
    “They call me Sy,” he answered, coming in and shaking Mom’s outstretched hand. He then turned to shake mine as well. “I’m glad to see that you’re recovering nicely.”
    After looking into his eyes, I finally remembered him.
    “You’re the man from the beach, right? The one who asked me if I remembered what happened.”
    “Yes,” he smiled softly. “I was the one who pulled you out of the water. Do you remember?”
    “No, I don’t,” I told him apologetically. “Thank you very much though.” Was that relief I saw on his face?
    “Yes, thank you—thank you!” Mom said through a few tears, missing whatever it was that had just dashed across Sy’s features. “We would have lost her if not for you. How can we ever repay you?”
    “I just saw someone in trouble and came to help,” Sy said, holding his hands up. “No payment required.”   
    “Why are you here now, if you don’t mind my asking?” I asked,