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Lights..

Noise...lots of noise..

Beep...Beep...Beep...

Pounding..

"Ughhh.." I groaned.I couldn't open my eyes. It hurt too much. Ok, you can do this. Ready. 1...2..2..wait what's after tw- oh! 3..and..

"OPEN!" I screamed while opening my eyes. "Ahh!" I screamed again. It hurts. The light is so bright.

Then a lady came in and screamed

 "He's up!" while pointing at me.

"Who is He?" I asked while a guy came and touched and examined my head, stomach, and arms. "Well I guess I am He.."I muttered since the guy was ignoring me.

"Why are you touching me? Who are you?!" I said. Im getting frustrated with this guy.

"Hello, I'm Dr.Johnson.How are you feeling?"

"I feel pain and pain and more pain" I said "Where am I?"

"You are in the hospital. Im going to have to ask u same questions, okay?

"But wait why-" I started until "Dr.Johnson" cut me off.

Can you count to ten me please?" the doctor asked

I sighed a very deep sigh. "Ok one..two..three..umm four..six..five...seven..umm hold on" I said. I don't know what's going on and this doctor won't give me the..the..the whatever you call it..the information, yea that's it, I need. Its really frustrating.

"Hey, its alright you can take all the time you need. I know this is hard for you, especially for someone as young as you" the doctor said.

"What's is going on?!" I yelled, not realizing it. "Sorry I mean, can you tell me what's going on please? I said nicer than before.

"First, here" he said and handed me a pale boxy shaped thingy.

"What's this?" I asked while looking at in confusion and curiosity.

The doctor looked at me and said "Its a tissue. Something you use to blow or clean your nose or wipe your tears" Now I was even more confused.

"What are tears?" I asked.

"Tears are a result of crying. So when you cry, you are crying tears. Tears are a liquid that cleans your eyes and protects your eyes from damage." he explained to me.

"Ok,but why do I need this tissue thing?" I asked.

"You need the tissue because you're crying. I know since you're a male its hard to admit youre crying" he said.

"I am?" I asked. I reached up and touched my face and felt..wetness. I was tearing wait no, that's isn't what its called..crying! I was crying and didn't even realize it. But I was still confused.

"Yes you-" he's started but this time I cut him off.

"Why am I here? And what is going on?" I asked.

"There's no easy way to put this but you were bought in here a couple weeks ago and you were knocked out. You have a very bad concussion and.." he trailed off.

I didnt really understand what he was saying and for him to stop talking makes it worse.

"And what?" I ask getting frustrated again.

"And you have amnesia.." he said slowly and quietly.

"I have what?" I asked.

Little Note: This is my first time writing a story so I'm sorry that its so short and not as good but im doing my best. Also i dont know anybody who anybody who has amnesia so I dont know the process they go through when the doctor is telling them they have amnesia. So if im wrong in the story, i apologize i am new to this.Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you have a question or have something to say. Ok? Okay fruit loops!!