Zane
A headache that felt a hell of a lot like someone had run me over with a semi-truck set up camp near my temple just above my ear. The pounding was so intense I wanted to take a hammer to my head just so it would end.
"Hey there, sleepy head!" The woman hovering above me winked as my blurry vision focused in on her. "The surgery went fantastic, no hiccups, though we aren't sure of any side effects until we keep you for the next week, alright?"
"Alright." I answered.
"Good!" She blinked or winked. "Your speech sounds good, why don't you tell me your name and what you do?"
"Zane Andrews," I frowned. "And I'm..." My brain tugged at the information like I was in a fog. "Amazing?"
She burst out laughing. "Try again."