Blane felt her watching him. Wondering why. Did he know her somehow? Were they in a relationship or something? So many questions...so few answers. So much blankness filled the void within his mind. He looks at her. She seemed...unhappy..about something. What though? He blinks a bit. Letting her image come fully into focus. He hadn't been hallucinatingly calling her an angel. Half-dazedly yes. Hallucinatingly no. He knew damn well when he was complimenting. And he never complimented without truly meaning it.<br/><br/>He winces and cringed as she helped him sit up. Allowing him to survey and get a better view of his new surroundings. How had he come to be within this vehicle? He looks back at her. "Huh? If I'm not dead why am I now painfully sitting next to a drop dead gorgeous woman?" he asks in genuine clueless perplexment. He sighs. "I do...sorta. My name is Blane. And I'm 18. There. I have said the only two facts I know. The rest is a void vortex of nothingness." he says honestly. Blinking. "HOSPITAL?!" he freaks out.<br/><br/>"No. I have a strong hatred for those places. I also have a feeling I will refuse any sort of treatment or medication they try and throw at me." he says. His tone bad boy yet filled with true panic at the hospital thing. He relaxes and looks at her. "Wow...you seem amused and happy about something. Makes your face light up." he says. Yeah. Bluntly like a true bad boy would. His body and tongue remembered more than he did. That was clear to see.