A BLACK MOON KNIGHT

Evan's frustration grew. He needed them to understand, but how could he make them see the truth when he was trapped in this girl's body? His mind raced with possibilities, and he realized he would have to find another way to prove his identity.

"Doctor, please, you have to believe me," Evan said, his voice trembling with urgency. "I'm not lying. I know it sounds insane, but you have to trust me. My name isn't Sara."

The doctor nodded sympathetically. "Your car collided with another vehicle. The impact was severe. You suffered a head injury, and we've been monitoring you closely."

As the doctor continued, Evan's thoughts began to clear. He remembered the crash, the pain, the moment everything went dark. But how could he be in Sara's body? The realization hit him like a tidal wave—something inexplicable had happened.

Struggling to process the shocking revelation, Evan looked up at the doctor with desperation in his eyes. "Doctor, you have to believe me. I'm not who you think I am. I have my own life, my own memories. These are real. Please, you have to help me."

The doctor exchanged a worried glance with the nurse, who was standing by the doorway. "Sara, memory confusion can be very convincing. We'll run some more tests to make sure everything is alright, but you need to stay calm."

Evan shook his head vigorously, his frustration mounting. "I'm not confused! I know who I am! Please, doctor, you have to trust me. This isn't right. You have to help me find a way to fix this."

The doctor sighed, his sympathy evident. "We'll do everything we can to help you, Sara. For now, try to rest and focus on your recovery. We'll keep monitoring you closely."

Evan could see that he wasn't getting through to the doctor. His frustration turned into a deep sense of isolation. How could he make them see the truth? He had to find another way to communicate his true identity.

Just then, Sara's family arrived, their faces etched with worry. They introduced themselves, their voices kind but distant. "We're so glad you're awake, Sara. The doctor said you might have some memory loss, but we're here for you."

Evan tried to smile, but his unease turned into irritation. He didn't know these people, and their worried faces made him feel trapped. He wanted to shout the truth, but he knew he had to stay quiet. "I don't... I just need some space," he muttered, his frustration seeping through.

Sara's mother, her eyes red from crying, reached out to hold his hand. "It's okay, darling. We know you're confused and scared. Just rest, and we'll get through this together."

Evan pulled his hand away, a sharp edge in his voice. "Stop. Please, just give me some time alone."

The doctor's expression grew stern. "Sara, it's important to stay calm. Your memory loss is temporary. We need you to cooperate."

Feeling cornered and misunderstood, Evan's temper flared internally, but he forced himself to nod, hiding his true emotions. The tension in the room thickened as Sara's family exchanged worried glances. The doctor sighed, turning to them. "It's common for patients with head injuries to experience confusion and personality changes. Give her some time to adjust."

Evan's outburst left him feeling isolated and more alone than ever. He realized he needed to find a way to communicate his true identity without causing more distress. One thing became clear: he needed to see his own body, now inhabited by Sara. He had to understand how this happened and, more importantly, how to fix it.

The morning light filtered through the hospital room window, casting a pale glow on the walls. Evan woke with a start, the events of the previous day rushing back to him. He looked down at his unfamiliar hands and sighed. He had to figure out how to reverse this inexplicable situation.

The door creaked open, and a nurse walked in with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning, Sara. How are you feeling today?"

Evan forced a smile. "A bit better, thank you."

After the nurse left, Evan tried to gather his thoughts. He needed to see his own body and understand what had happened. But first, he needed to find a way to leave the room without arousing suspicion.

Just then, Adison entered, looking relieved to see him awake. "Good morning, Sara. I brought you some flowers."

Evan felt a pang of discomfort but accepted the flowers with a nod. "Thank you, Adison."

Adison smiled and leaned in closer, his eyes softening. "I was so worried about you." He moved to kiss Evan, but Evan's instincts took over. Shocked and feeling a surge of panic, he slapped Adison across the face.

Adison stepped back, stunned. "Sara, what... what's wrong?"

Evan's heart raced. "I'm sorry, I just... I need some space. Please."