Summary:

I moaned in pain as I sat up, the world spinning around me. I couldn't see a thing. I tried to open my eyes, but they refused to cooperate. I felt two hands gently push me back down onto a soft surface, which I assumed was a bed. "Stay down, you need your rest," a kind, gentle, feminine voice said, confusing me, since I didn't remember anyone around when I passed out. "Lord Aphmau, are you sure this is a good idea?" another voice said, this one sounding like a gentleman, but still with a powerful affect. Strange. He sounded so familiar to me, but I couldn't figure out why. "Of course I'm sure Garroth. I couldn't leave her there, she's wounded pretty bad," the woman, Aphmau, I assumed, replied, her voice as smooth as silk. 

Those are the earliest thing's I've been able to remember. Now, I'm working hard to bring my memory back. If only it was as easy as it sounds