Forgetting

.01

I sat up, gasping for breath. My stomach was exploding with pain and I couldn't breathe without the pain becoming unbearable. I couldn't see straight, but I could make out blood stains everywhere. Looking down, I saw a roughly stitched up wound. Dried blood was all over my stomach. I couldn't figure out where I was. My memory was a blank. I had no idea who I was. Taking a deep breath, I sat up slowly and looked around the place I woke up in. There were no pictures to indicate family or friends, it had no decorations. It had toolboxes, cardboard boxes, one labeled TOOLS with a with a winky face. The living room and kitchen were a mess. I could barely stand up, but I couldn't seem to get myself to pick up the phone to call for an ambulance. It seemed that before I lost my memory I was against help. I could barely form words anyway. I was almost scared to hear my voice. I pushed myself over to one of the boxes, relieved to find a first aid kit on the top of the first I opened. Right before I could to try to open the box, the door pounded.
"Davon! Open up!" The voice was gruff and deep. For a second I though the person was going to break the door down, but I heard a click, and he entered the room.
"Davon?" He asked, nearing my defenseless body.
"Damn it! You ruined the carpet!" The guy yelled. I flinched.
"And did you even really just try to fix a bullet wound with a first aid kit? I told you to throw that thing away." The guy groaned.
"Davon? You okay?" He asked. I nodded quickly.
"Can y..you help me?" I stuttered, the pain becoming unbearable.
"Are you stupid? No! Suck it up, we're going to visit Danny." The dude helped me up, me wincing and clenching my teeth, trying not to mess up in front of the guy. Being honest, he was intimating. I wish I knew who I was and who he was. We slowly made it outside, me cringing at the fact we were outside and anyone could see us out here. He tossed me in the back of his van, and once he closed he door, I screamed in pain into a pillow near me. The man opened the door smiling.
"What?" I muttered, not happy that his dude I seemed to be friends with was happy I was bleeding out with a bullet in my chest.
"Are you twying to seem tough in front of mwe?" He said in a baby tone. I played dumb.
"Oh come on Davon, the whole street heard that scream." He said. My face went red.
"Oh, and thanks," he said, rolling his eyes, pointing to his pillow which now had a wet outline of teeth marks. The guy turned on the radio.
"I am very pleased to say that we have taken care of the two. I now officially declare Thurman City safe from villains," the staticy voice spoke out.
"Stupid Captain Y," he grumbled.
"Captain Y?" I asked stupidly.
"Ya, remember? Captain X was taken," I nodded.
"Thurman City? As in Uma Thur-" I was surprised about knowing a name, but the guy groaned.
"Yes, that's what happens when you let horny men name a city. We've gone over this!" Have you lost your memory again?" He caught me off guard. I had lost my memory before? Maybe he could help me! But I just could see myself trusting him as I had done before.
"Um no?" I said, adding a nervous chuckle.
"That wasn't a question you answer with another question," He muttered, and I could feel the eye roll.
"We're here," he pronounced.