Take 2?

For the second time you awake to a raging headache, you try to reach for your head to massage your temples but you hand doesn’t make it that far. Looking down you find that your wrist and ankles are medically cuffed to the sides of the bed you are on, but this time you notice that you are not alone. There is a woman standing over you typing at air. “Uh..... hello?” You ask startling the woman.

“Oh by the holy crown you startled me big guy.” She chuckles after recovering from the shock of your sudden voice. “How do you feel?” She asks looking down at you with a smile. From what you can tell she is about 5’4, olive skinned, raven black hair, and has a generous C-Cup breast and is wearing a suit that is similar to the one you and the nurse were wearing. This time however the suit has a red white color patter and a bar on her collar not to different from an officers insignia.

“I’m.....” you drift off for a few seconds trying to let the headache pass, probably from cryo sleep or something is what you think. “Awake, if nothing else...” you tug at your restraints again. “Why am I tied down? What year is it? Who are you?” You start to fire off questions confused and wondering what was occurring.

She puts a hand on your shoulder. “My name is Doctor Ann Carwalla. You have been asleep for over 500 years, a lot has happened and we just finished installing your interface chip, that’s why we had to sedate you the first time you had woken up. I’m sorry to say that everyone you know is dead.”