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Well, I'm sure glad I had called 911 the second I had found the dude, or I would have been panicking a lot more than I already was. In my defence, if you had found someone on the side of the road, unconscious, you would panic too. The apparent amnesia and the fact that he immediately fell unconscious again didn't help.

I looked around the road again, to pass the time and just maybe the feelings of anxiety. The night sky was dark and blank, the clounds covering up the stars and the moon. The little bit of moonshine that shined through the clouds gave the fog an eerie, ethereal look as it floated through the sky. The gas station next to the kid and I was just as ordinary as any other I'd seen, though the night gave even the most mundane of things mystery and intrigue. I, for the record, am a firm believer in the supernatural and I was certainly hoping the place wasn't horribly haunted. Although, I don't know what kind of shitty-ass ghost would haunt just a regular gas station. The road, sleek and black from the rain this afternoon, still had a few cars driving on it even at this hour. As I was staring down the road, I saw the guy mutter something in his sleep for the upmost time. I decided to try and find anything on him, an I.D., maybe, just so I could know who he was.

He was an average-looking Lycanroc, with a surprising lack of unique features. His face, mostly white with a fringe of tan where his fur spiked out into a mane-like mass of fur. I could guess that he was maybe around 16 years old, possibly 17, and he dressed just like anyone else at his age. I checked his wrists and neck for any medical alert bracelets or anything of the kind. I couldn't find anything except for a plain watch. I sighed, not wanting to do a pat-down to check for anything else. I mean, I already looked pretty conspicuous as a Zoroark kneeling over an unconscious guy, and I certainly didn't want a stranger see me from his car window and think I was a criminal.

Luckily for me. I heard the distant sirens of an ambulence as it came to a stop in front of me. Two people came out of the vehicle, one human and one a Chansey, both wearing paramedic uniforms. They rolled out a stretcher and had me help the dude up onto it, being as careful as physically possible. They had me ride in the back with the boy, both because I wanted to make sure he was safe and also to get some answers from me.

"Were you there when he fell unconscious?" The human asked, as the Chansey started doing important medical things. Stuff with IV bags and a mask, though I'm a dumbass and don't know shit about medical procedure.

"No, sorry. I was just walking home when I saw him collapsed at the side of the road." I replied.

"Alright. Do you have any relations with him, and if so, do you know if he has any medical history or conditions?"

"No, sir, I've never seen him in my life. I checked for a medical alert bracelet or necklace, too, but I couldn't find anything."

"Thanks for you honesty, that'll be all the questions I have for you."

"Ok, no problem." I was surprised that those were the only questions he asked me, which was a very nice relief. The anxiety had gotten to my stomach and I was very, very close to throwing up and having to be on a stretcher right with Mr. Mystery Man.

It took only 5 minutes to get to the hospital, and I thanked my lucky stars that it was so close. It took maybe another 5 minutes to get the stretcher into a temporary room where they hooked him up to a few different machines. Dog, I remembered having to go here way back and right around Mr. MM's age too. Of course, a few nurses came in, all of varying species though I didn't care to put them to memory. They came in and out as the night went on, occasionally asking if they could get me anything to drink and whether or not I was ok sitting there all night. I just tried to keep myself from looking too tired.

Within a few hours, one of the actual doctors finally came in the room, telling me what was wrong with the kid. I honestly was so tired at that point that I can't even remember what he looked like as well as half the stuff he told me, but at least I got down the important parts. From what they could tell, he had gotten some minor head trauma, a possible concussion, and they would be checking on whether or not my hunch about amnesia was right. He also told me that it would be fine if I stayed overnight with him, and I sighed in relief. I may or may not have disassociated completely through the rest of the conversation.

I unbraided my purple hair, used it as both a pillow and a sleepmask, and promptly fell asleep.