ZAJIK:
Hey, you're finally awake.
You got knocked out by a shell. Nearly tore your ear off.
Examine room
archaicArtisan:
>Ivan: Examine room
You rub your eyes to clear the fuzz, then look around the room.
It looks like you're in some kind of dugout. There are other small cots here, along with shelves and curtains and stuff like that. Based on the fact you woke up here, you're pretty sure you suffered some sort of battlefield injury. This must be a hospital.
Your thoughts are cut off by someone talking from the corner of the room.
weirdscience85:
>Ivan: tell us how long were u asleep
You try to remember how long you were asleep. Oh, yes, it was... um... shit. You can't remember. Maybe the doctor knows.
IVAN:
Uhm... how long was I out?
ZAJIK:
It's been 2 or 3 days. That shell got you pretty good!
Anyways, now that you're awake, I have a paper for you to fill out. Then you should be good to leave.
You've barely glanced at the paper and there's already some issues!
It clearly says at the bottom that you need to sign it with your full name and date of birth. Frighteningly, you have no recollection of either of these things.
That shell clearly screwed up your brain more than you thought.
You are eager to leave this dugout. Rather than telling the doctor you think you have brain damage, which would certainly lead to a lengthy conversation full of attempts to make you remember, you decide you will just make up your last name and birthday.