My Name is Kang Iseul

 Alexander whimpered, eyebrows furrowing in pain as she felt herself slowly ebb in and out of consciousness. She'd slipped in and out of consciousness for days, the pain keeping her from being lucid.

 So, she'd laid there for.....days? In pain with nothing but her infernal thoughts for company and that horrible beeping that made her want to bash her head in. That, and the indistinct chatter that filled the room once in a while.

 A searching whisper, a broken sob and irate yelling. All in Korean which was surprisingly, or unsurprisingly considering she possessed Iseul's memory, as clear as English.The thing was there was no one who would cry for Kang Iseul. At least not according to the memories she'd been saddled with. But there was someone, multiple someones in fact, crying for her.....for Iseul.

 Had Kang Iseul truly had no one? Or had she just been in too much pain to notice?The brush of a hand against hers and her forehead had her trying to squirm away, her nerve endings on fire. It hurt. But she couldn't, so she laid there and endured the burning touches and the wetness of tears dripping onto her forehead.

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".....regaining consciousness.....should wake up anytime soon" A voice was saying quietly, with professional assurance. A doctor.

Shadows floated around in her vision, flashes of bright, vivid colors had her screwing her eyes shut as a sharp sting of pain ran through her brain. She moaned trying to lift her hand, only to wince as the needle stuck in her skin was pulled.

 "Iseul!" A voice shrilled from across the room, darting to her side, followed closely by the doctor and the other occupants of the room. Her brain hurt too much to keep track of all of them and her throat burned too much to let a sound slip through her lips.

 The doctor was by her bedside now, prodding her and asking questions that only started to make sense as she grew more lucid.

"Iseul-ssi, can you hear me?" He was asking urgently.

Alexander nodded, feeling her muscles burn at the movement. A relieved sob burst out from across the room.

 "Good, good. Can you follow my movements?" He asked briskly, shining a penlight into her eyes. She could.

 "Pupils are responsive" He reported back, "My name is Dr Choi Da-eun, do you remember yours?"

"Ale...." Alex began croakily, then stopped abruptly as pain lanced through her head and throat. She coughed painfully sending the room into a flurry of movements as they rushed to get water.

 Right. She wasn't Alexander Mercredi. Alexander Mercredi was dead. She was Kang Iseul, she realized. The situation was starting to sink in - Alexander was dead. She'd died in that cold, dreary room on a cold October night after ending the life of her tormentor.

She exhaled shakily, her breath quivering as she clutched her throat with shaky fingers.

A young nurse held a straw to her lips, urging her softly to take a sip. Kim Nara - her tag said in blocky letters.

"Thank you" She said more easily this time, scanning the room steadily with now clear vision,

"My name is Iseul, Kang Iseul"