Vaughn PoV

I walked down the dimly lit streets hearing each occasional car zoom by.
I would much rather be back on Sunshine Islands, but I had to work two jobs to support myself and my family. They weren't my real family, but they took me in when my real family moved abroad when I was 12. My real parents were anthropology and psychology professors that dabbled in botany, so work was important to them. I sometimes got letters from them on holidays. Mirabelle and Julia were like my real family. Our business didn't make too much money because there aren't many, or any, farmers on the islands, so I have to come to the city for work. I sighed and ignored my throbbing foot that was in my dress shoes. I hated having to dress in a suit for work, I'd much rather be wearing my jeans, t shirt, boots, and cowboy hat.
I was so lost in my own thoughts I hadn't even noticed I had bumped into someone. The small person fell to the ground. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed and reached down to help the person up. It was a small girl with shoulder-length, light brown hair, curled around her face. She had big dark blue eyes and was wearing a pink dress that was covered in grime. She was crying, and her knees and elbows were bloody. I know it wasn't because I bumped into her; she had just fallen on her butt so there was no way.
"I-I'm sorry… I was… I don't know… I wasn't… paying attention…" she said softly, taking my hand and standing up. She was short and honestly, quite pretty. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind.
"What happened to you?" I asked quietly looking down at her. She wiped her tears and looked around.
"I… I don't know…" she looked at her hands, her palms were scraped.
"What do you mean you don't know? What's your name?" I asked growing concerned. She shook her head and started crying. "I DON'T KNOW, OK?" she knelt down and put her head on her knees sobbing. I was in shock. I had never been in this situation before. What was I supposed to do? Take her to a hospital? She didn't have a purse on her, so no cell phone or identification card. I was frozen there like a statue watching a girl sob on the sidewalk. Way to go, Vaughn.
I crouched down and put my hand on her head trying to comfort her, "It'll be o-" she shoved me away from her and I fell backwards onto my butt. "DON'T TOUCH ME, WHO ARE YOU?" she cried, a never-ending stream of tears continued to flow from her eyes. Her bloodshot pupils made her dark blue iris's look like sapphires. "H-hey, calm down, ok? My name is Vaughn," I put my hand on my chest, "I won't touch you, ok?" she scorned but nodded her head. I stood up and brushed off my pants. She stood up, swaying slightly. "I think I should take you to a hospital." She bit her lip and looked down at the sidewalk. "I don't know what that is…" she said to the concrete. I sighed and pulled out my cell phone, calling for a cab. She stared at me while I did, her big smudgy eyes, inspecting my hair, attire, and phone.
"The taxi is on its way." I said quietly, snapping my phone shut and putting it in my jacket pocket.
"Your hair is a strange color… it's silver." I shoved my hands in my pocket and just looked down the street, ignoring her statement. I heard her stomach growl from 3 feet away. "Are you hungry?" I changed the subject immediately. She nodded. I sighed and walked to a nearby vending machine, uncrumpled two bills, and watched the machine greedily devour them. I pushed the same button twice and two candy bars fell out of it. I walked back over to her and handed her one. She stared at it blankly. "The wrapping is cute." She pointed to the cartoon panda on it that was riding a unicycle. I just nodded my head and opened mine. "Why did you do that? The picture ripped." She snatched the wrapper from me and tried to mend it. My panda was playing baseball, but was decapitated from the way the wrapper was torn. I munched on my candy bar and watched her frown from the corner of my eye.
"Are you going to eat yours?" I asked watching her just hold onto the candy bar and my wrapper. She shook her head. "I don't want to eat something that's cute…"
Then I shook my head, "You eat the chocolate bar, not the picture." She looked at me with a funny expression as I finished the last of my chocolate bar. At that moment the taxi pulled up and I opened the door for her, making sure she got in the cab okay, and then I slid in next to her. "We need to get to the nearest hospital." I said firmly. The cab driver just nodded and we sped up the streets turning occasionally.
I peered over at the girl to make sure she hadn't given herself a lethal paper cut, but she was fine. She was fascinated with all the buildings we passed. Her eyes were wide with wonder, streetlight reflecting in them, occasionally having a car or bright street light illuminate her face. My heart did something funny. I ignored it and prayed to the goddess I wasn't having a health problem.
The cab stopped and I sighed and paid the faire. I helped her out of the car and made sure she didn't wander too far away from me. We walked up to the hospital doors, and they slid open for us. She ran ahead of me and stepped through the door way and watched the doors close, then stepped forward watching them open. She was smiling like a kid discovering their sibling's hidden Halloween candy. She continued this silly dance between the doors until it started to annoy me and I told her to stop. She listened and went back to staring at her candy wrapper treasures.
I told her to sit in a chair and I walked up to the information desk. There was a plain looking lady with straight bangs, and her black hair pulled into a bun. "Hi. Um. I found this girl on the street. She seems pretty beat up, and can't remember anything. I was wondering if you take this from here, or?..." she shook her head and handed me a clipboard and pen. "Well, I don't know her, and I have a boat to catch early tomorrow morning, so you see-" she cut me off, "Sir, we can't see any patients without any paper work first. Please go fill this out." She was typing on her computer completely ignoring me. I furrowed my brows and sighed. I stood there and began reading the paper work. "I don't know her name." I said flatly. "Or birthday. Or age. Or any medications she's on." She chewed on a piece of gum smacking it annoyingly. "Go ask her then." I turned around and smacked the clipboard on my forehead and sat down next to the girl. She had ripped paper out of a magazine and was folding it into bad origami. I didn't even feel like asking what she was doing. "I have to ask you some questions."
She had her candy bar, my wrapper, and 3 folded paper shapes placed neatly on her lap. "Now, think hard, do you know your name?"
She bit her lip and looked at the ceiling thinking, until she finally shook her head. I sighed.
"Do you know how old you are?"
"Nope."
"Your birthday?"
"Nyet."
"Do you have any relatives?"
"iie."
I arched my eyebrow at her. "Do you take any medications?"
"Nien."
I took a deep breath. "So you're telling me, you know how to say "no" in different languages but you can't remember your own name?"
She nodded.
I wanted to throw the clipboard into the wall and scream. But instead I took a few deep breaths and started over. "What do you want your name to be?"
She looked down at the magazine she had put on the floor and pointed at a blonde girl on the cover. The blonde girl had a strange looking face. "What's her name?"
I scanned over the cover, "Chelsea Handler." I said plainly.
"My name is Chelsea Handler." The new self-named Chelsea said.
I just nodded and went along with it. "How old do you want to be Chelsea? Pick a number 20-30."
"20."
"Did you pick that because I said that number first?"
"Hai." She nodded, not paying attention to me.
"Okay, you're 23 then." I scribbled on the paper. "Should I just fill out the rest for you?" I asked looking at her, she was staring intently at the television and nodded. There was a cartoon on with a talking starfish and sponge. She was enamored with it.
Okay. Her name is Chelsea Handler, she's 23, she has brown hair, blue eyes, she was born on Fall 23, she weighs 45 kilos, and according to the hospital paperwork, I'm her husband.
…What?