Cold water licked her face and coaxed her to consciousness. As she rolled over, the grit of sand dragged across her skin. Her head threatened to explode if she moved, but she managed to pull herself to a sitting position.
She touched the cuts and bruises that ran the length of her arms and winced, and yelped as she shook the caked on blood from her hair. She looked around. She was on a beach, but how did she get there?
She had no time to figure it out, as a bright light shone on her face and a quad rolled up behind it.
Her first instinct was to bolt, but she lacked the energy and fell instead. A man jumped off of the quad and was immediately next to her.
“Hey, you all right?” he asked. “Ya need a hospital?”
She heard the words. A ten-foot wave of panic fell over her. She shook her head.
“Okay, okay. No hospital,” he soothed her. “Ya got a name?”
She searched her memory. The pain made it impossible to think, but a name finally came to her. It didn’t sound right, but…