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Days passed into weeks, then into months. He finally healed over the course of a half year, and Amy, the young woman who cared for him, began to teach him ways of life. Etiquette, social behavior, and even chivalry. After being bored for hours on end, he had decided to join her in whatever she was doing that day. "What are you doing?" he asked immediately, not demandingly, but rather, curiously.
"Reading over a doctoral thesis, then I plan on doing an experiment to see if it's possible to make the human body heal faster than normal," Miss Amy replied, "What are you up to?"
He was almost amused by her humor, "Nothing, as usual, and as always. You know that."
She nodded, putting the papers down and taking off her glasses, "So, you, what would you like to do?"
His eyebrows furrowed, a frown coming to his face, "I cannot think of anything that interests me."
She sighed and leaned back in her chair, "You know, I wish you came with a personality."
He merely shrugged at the comment, "I cannot help that, Amy."
Realization came to her and she frowned, "I wish you had come with a name too." Since the moment they met Amy had called him "You", and nothing more. Any attempts to recover forms of I.D. were useless, and the fact that he didn't remember anything of his past didn't help either.
At first it seemed to be amnesia, until the good doctor ran some tests. The amount of injury that was placed upon his body was fatal, and she had found that he had suffered some minor brain damage, in that, it wiped out part of his life. Gone. Forever. The chances of him recovering the lost information was zero to deep within the negatives.
Today, Amy decided that he could not be called "You" forever. He needed a name, no matter how simplistic. She sighed deeply, standing and looking him over, "Well...I think you need a name. Some type of name." She stood, arms folded in thought. Finally Amy spoke again, "How about 001? You see, I want to become a doctor, I mean, I am one, but I want to be a doctor of my own hospital. You're my very first patient - patient 001."
He blinked and gave a small shrug, saying softly, "Okay."
Amy smiled widely at him, warmly as usual, "Okay then, 001."
"Hey Amy?" he asked, taking a seat on her desktop, "When you found me...Where was I?"
She examined him closely while taking a seat, "Alongside the road. Just outside of South City."
He nodded, looking down, "How bad of a condition was I in?"
She frowned, putting her glasses back on, "Bad." He nodded again, not speaking.
Days passed into weeks, then into months. He finally healed over the course of a half year, and Amy, the young woman who cared for him, began to teach him ways of life. Etiquette, social behavior, and even chivalry. After being bored for hours on end, he had decided to join her in whatever she was doing that day. "What are you doing?" he asked immediately, not demandingly, but rather, curiously.
"Reading over a doctoral thesis, then I plan on doing an experiment to see if it's possible to make the human body heal faster than normal," Miss Amy replied, "What are you up to?"
He was almost amused by her humor, "Nothing, as usual, and as always. You know that."
She nodded, putting the papers down and taking off her glasses, "So, you, what would you like to do?"
His eyebrows furrowed, a frown coming to his face, "I cannot think of anything that interests me."
She sighed and leaned back in her chair, "You know, I wish you came with a personality."
He merely shrugged at the comment, "I cannot help that, Amy."
Realization came to her and she frowned, "I wish you had come with a name too." Since the moment they met Amy had called him "You", and nothing more. Any attempts to recover forms of I.D. were useless, and the fact that he didn't remember anything of his past didn't help either.
At first it seemed to be amnesia, until the good doctor ran some tests. The amount of injury that was placed upon his body was fatal, and she had found that he had suffered some minor brain damage, in that, it wiped out part of his life. Gone. Forever. The chances of him recovering the lost information was zero to deep within the negatives.
Today, Amy decided that he could not be called "You" forever. He needed a name, no matter how simplistic. She sighed deeply, standing and looking him over, "Well...I think you need a name. Some type of name." She stood, arms folded in thought. Finally Amy spoke again, "How about 001? You see, I want to become a doctor, I mean, I am one, but I want to be a doctor of my own hospital. You're my very first patient - patient 001."
He blinked and gave a small shrug, saying softly, "Okay."
Amy smiled widely at him, warmly as usual, "Okay then, 001."
"Hey Amy?" he asked, taking a seat on her desktop, "When you found me...Where was I?"
She examined him closely while taking a seat, "Alongside the road. Just outside of South City."
He nodded, looking down, "How bad of a condition was I in?"
She frowned, putting her glasses back on, "Bad." He nodded again, not speaking.