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Chapter 2: Amnesia

The next thing I knew, I was lying in a hospital bed with plastic tubes stuck in my nose. And when I looked down at the rest of me, most of me was completely covered in bandages. I felt a bit woozy from because of the morphine I still had in my system, and the skin on my right side felt stiff and numb. Other than that, at least the rest of the pain I felt in my head and shoulder was reduced to a dull ache.

It was gray outside when I looked out the window so I couldn't figure out what time it was. Nor could I figure out just how long I had been there. But then again, where was 'here' anyway?

What...happened to me? I asked myself sleepily, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything; how I got there; what happened; or what I had been doing before I ended up in here. It was all a big blank.

Before I could try to think more about where I was, a wave of drug-induced darkness swept over me. I couldn't keep myself awake and I fell asleep again almost instantly. But before I did, I asked myself the most dreaded question that no one likes to ask themselves when you wake up in a hospital like this...

Not knowing where I was or how I had gotten there was bad enough, but when I asked myself this question, I began to panic. Then I could hear it as my heart monitor began to go off the fritz for a split second, alerting the doctors that I was getting too worked up.

While hugging myself as I drifted off to a fitful sleep, I asked myself fearfully, Who...am I?

Later that same day, when I woke up the second time, I was able to think much more clearly than before. But I was still confused. How could I have forgotten my own name? Was it because of whatever happened to me? Could it have something to do with the huge throbbing bump on my head?

Obviously I had been in some sort of accident, that explained all the injuries I had. Yeah, I could feel them now despite all the painkillers; I had several broken ribs, a cracked skull, and a huge bruise stretching from my right side down to my thigh. The bruise was big, ugly, blotchy, and the most unpleasant shade of purple I had ever seen. I couldn't even move without making it twinge in protest.

I had three theories: One, I had been hit by a car; two, I fell off a cliff; or three, I had gotten myself into a fight and was kicked in the ribs repeatedly by a bunch of nasty thugs. Either that, or I had done something really stupid on my own that resulted in these hideous injuries of mine.

As I thought about it more carefully, even though I didn't know who I was, I had a feeling that I wasn't the type to go pick a fight. So I eliminated the third theory. As for the second one, I thought if I had fallen from a cliff, I would have fallen on my back or my face. Or in a worst case scenario, killed by the fall. I didn't see how I could have gotten wounds just on my right side if a cliff had been involved. And I didn't seem like a reckless person, at least not with something that could have gotten me hurt this badly, so, it must have been a car accident. And I was right.

The moment the doctor came in to check on me again, he told me about the accident. As he described it to me I could suddenly see it happening all over again. I could feel my body being rammed into by the hood of the speeding car. I even remembered hitting my head on the sidewalk before blacking out but, where had I been going at the time? Everything from before the accident was still in a haze.

"We've called your parents, they should be here shortly. Now how do you feel?" The doctor asked kindly, "Do you need anything?"

"I'm ok I guess but-" I blinked, "-you called my parents...? Who are-" I began but I stopped myself. It scared me too much to ask.

But the doctor had caught on to what I had been about to say and said, "Oh dear, I was afraid of this. After all, you hit your head pretty hard. Before we assume anything though, let me ask you a few questions. And just let me know when you'd like to stop, I don't want to overwhelm you."

"Ok..." I nodded, feeling disheartened.

Then he started asking me simple questions that you might find on a survey like, 'what's your favorite color?' and 'what movies do you like?' things like that. It took me a while but I actually managed to remember a few things. But when he asked me if I knew my own name I unsteadily replied, "N-no, that's the one thing I still don't know."

"I see," the doctor said after jotting down a few last notes, "Well, from what I can tell and considering what I have already seen in the X-rays of your brain, your condition should only be temporary. Near as I can tell, you still remember all of your general knowledge, which is a very good sign. The other memories you've...misplaced seem to be focused on your own personal life. With the exception of a few sparse memories here and there. But I think that once you see your parents and return to your own home, the rest of the gaps will start to fill in a little at a time, don't worry."

"But what if they don't?" I asked in alarm, "What if I never remember who I am? What if I..."

"Trust me, they'll come back in time," the doctor assured me, "All I can suggest is that you don't force yourself to remember everything too quickly. And besides, even if the memories don't come back, than in a way you'll have the chance to discover a whole new you. Besides, I'm sure that you have friends and family who can help piece your memories together with their own memories of their time with you. Just remember to trust yourself and don't automatically believe everything they tell you if it doesn't feel right. I've seen it before with amnesia victims, how some of them try to alter who you are and take advantage of you. No matter what, stay true to yourself, because I believe that some part of you never changes even without memories, but that's just my personal opinion."

The doctor said that I had a good chance of recovering all my memories but I still wasn't so sure. And I wasn't sure that I would recognize anyone I knew before the accident. At least, not until my parents came to see me at the hospital.

I yelped in pain when a lady with brown hair suddenly burst into the room, wrapped her arms around me, and snuggled against my cheek as she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you're alright! My precious precious Yuri!"

Yuri...? Is that may name? I guess it must be but, who is this? Is she really my-

"Honey! You're hurting him!" said her husband nervously, "Come on, let go already!"

After a brief struggle, he finally pried her off of me and I could breath again. Still, I was kinda relieved. I seemed to have very loving parents; a little overzealous maybe, but good ones nonetheless. And better yet, I kinda recognized them...a little.

The moment she let go, my mother started to sob, "Oh Yuri, I was so worried! They said that you lost your..."

Shamefully, I looked away, unable to bear the sight of her tears and said, "I'm sorry, but...I don't remember you," then before I knew it, I was also crying convulsively, "I can't even remember my own name! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

The shock of it all had finally caught up to me. I was so scared, so confused, and so lost and helpless. It all just came crashing in on my, the reality of my situation. I didn't know anything about them either. I hated knowing that no matter how hurt I felt, that seeing the looks of pain and pity in their eyes was far worse than anything I felt; either emotionally, or physically. Up until now, it all felt so surreal. But then, seeing them there, the people that had loved and raised me, became too much for me.

"No, no sweetheart," she hushed, wrapping her loving arms around me more gently, "It's going to be ok, we're here now. Shh..."

As my mom gently rocked me and then I felt my dads hand come to rest on my good shoulder. Then he said, "I called Bob and he's sending Sho-chan, your older brother, straight back home here to Japan. You don't remember Bob but he's a good friend of ours and he'll make sure you get the best care possible. Don't worry, we'll get your memories back in no time!"

I could tell that he wasn't so sure of that himself but I decided to ignore it. I had to believe that I was going to get better. Otherwise, what was there left for me to hope for? I didn't know anything about myself, or about these two people who obviously loved me so much. If anything, I wanted to remember them and maybe, just like the doctor said, piece together my own identity.

However, I had no idea that I had two sides of my life that I had now forgotten, not just the one. In my second life in a far away world, I was in fact their twenty-seventh King. And over on that side, my friends suddenly felt that something was very wrong. Especially a certain man named Conrad Weller, who was my Godfather and helped my mother pick this name that I had forgotten...