Drawing his mouth down in an exaggerated frown, Silas shrugged. “Not too many names are common anymore.” In fact, within the past year, he could say with certainty that he hadn’t come across two people with the same name.
Vividly. A big part of him wished she’d said she couldn’t remember any part of what happened to her. About half the people he knew remembered exactly when and where they were attacked and it often guaranteed nightmares. Allison was young, though, likely still on the cusp of believing in the Boogeyman. The only thing that made him doubt that, however, was her use of the word vividly. When he was her age, he hadn’t a fucking clue what that word meant.
“Were you alone? Somebody leave you there?” Parents. Friends. Guardian. Any sort of relation that meant she wasn’t on her own. He didn’t want to press her for too much information at once, but it did pique his interest.
He blinked and dropped his gaze a little sheepishly when she asked if he was a doctor. “Nah. Not a doctor. Just the guy who found you.” Maybe he shouldn’t have insisted on sitting beside her bed until she woke up. They were strangers. He didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable or scared than she already was.
“I can get a doc in here, if you want.” Silas started to get up.