Amnesia (a Percy Jackson AU)

Blank Slate

    Jason woke up. He was aware of one thing: an intense confusion. He could tell that he was somewhere, but he wasn't sure where. He couldn't recall his name, his age, or anything about who he was or what his life like. His mind was a blank slate. He had no memories, but somehow knew English.
     He opened his eyes. It was a misty outside, with a light sprinkling dampening his clothes-a ruffled suit and pants. He vaguely wondered why he was dressed up.
     All Jason had was the clothes on his back. He had no suitcase, no phone, and no identifying information. He had no injuries that he was aware of, but he felt as defenseless and weak as a newborn colt. Without any memories or names he felt like he had no identity.
     The light was grow brighter; the gray sky turned lighter. Jason was still confused. He felt in limbo. A car honked and he realized that he was sitting in the middle of the street. He got up and ran to the side of the road, feeling extremely foolish.
     He wondered why he had woken up in the middle of the street. It seemed strange to him. Then, considering that he knew nothing about himself, perhaps it wasn't strange. Maybe men are usually dumped into the middle of the street. Still, that made little sense to Jason.
Jason started walking, hoping that movement would jog his brain. Unfortunately, it did nothing to revive his memory. Once he had arrived into a city, he was tired and more bedraggled than ever, but still was stuck in the dark, desperately trying to find any light.
The day passed and Jason grew more and more weary. His stomach was rumbling, his throat parched, and his mind reeling with the nothingness that was his life. He felt like he was walking down a dangerous path with no light, hoping desperately that he would not trip or fall.
The day turned to night. Jason found a bench at a park and fell asleep, hoping that sleep would heal his shattered mind. He fell into a troubled and fitful slumber.
Jason was woken up by a light shining in his face. He was still fatigued when rough hands grabbed him. He felt himself be shaken and his eyes flew open reluctantly. "I'm sorry," he instantly mumbled, "unsure of what situation he was in."
"Why are you here?" a voice said.
The voice came from a powerful man in a police uniform. "It's illegal to sleep in the park," he said.
"I-I didn't know," Jason stammered, his mind reeling.
"That's your excuse, punk?" another officer asked.
    Jason felt like he was a baby in an adult's body. He was do bewildered. Confusion was all he knew to be true. "Officer, I can't remember anything," he managed to choke out. "I don't know anything."
    The police officers knit their brows together. They conversed softly. Jason was able to hear snatches of their conversation. The words "amnesia", "lying", and "hospital" fell from their lips.
    Finally, the two turned back towards Jason. "We're taking you to the hospital," they said.
     Jason was exhausted. His mind was numb with fuzzy edges blotting out his view of the world. Two nurses stood over him. They had already taken his vital signs.
    A doctor walked into the room. His eyes were  full of worry and compassion. "Are you sure that you remember nothing?" he asked.
     "I'm sorry," Jason said. "I-I c-can't remember a thing-not even my name."
      "He doesn't have any identifying information on him," a nurse said. "What should we do, Dr. Asclepius?"
Dr. Asclepius stroked his chin. "I think we should help him find himself," he said."Call the local tv station. They're in for a good scoop."