Vaughn Pov

I woke up to light snores and a dark room. Someone must have come in and turned the TV and lights off. I looked over to the hospital bed to find Chelsea curled up in the fetal position snoozing away. I stood up and stretched, cracking my shoulders, neck, and upper back before making my way carefully to the door.
The hallway was quiet with one or two receptionists filling out paper work. One of them I recognized as the lady I had talked to earlier. I walked up to the desk and stood there for about a minute waiting for her to notice me but she was too busy scribbling on papers. "Hey," I said quietly, causing her to look up at me, roll her eyes, and look back down at her paperwork. "Did you… write anything on the patient's paperwork I gave you?" She ignored me. "Did you write that I was her husband on there?"
"Well aren't you?" she said throwing her pen down and looking at me with a glare.
"No. I am not. You need to clear this up with the doctor." I crossed my arms.
She mimicked me and said, "Well I thought you were just stupid and didn't understand strange words like "spouse"."
I just gave her the most disgusted look I could manage, before turning around and leaving the hospital.

I reached my apartment around 8:30 that morning and packed quickly. Not that I had very much to bring. The boat will be leaving in two hours and I still had to get a ticket for Chelsea. I didn't have any other options but to bring her with me, I mean, I didn't know anyone here that would take care of amnesia girl. My phone buzzed in shirt pocket and I retrieved it quickly and answered, "Hello, Mr. Vaughn? This is Jin at the hospital. I made a few calls, did a background check, and watched the news to see if I could find any information on Chelsea. I was unable to find anything. There was no unusual news on, so I don't think she was in a car wreck or anything. Funny thing is, I couldn't find a birth certificate for Mrs. Handler. Do you know why that may be?"
I sighed and told him everything. How I found her, how I took her to the hospital, how the receptionist wasn't helpful, how she forged information about Chelsea and I, and how Chelsea picked out a name. When I finished he was quiet, thinking about everything I had said.
"Well, it's a good thing you found her. Who knows who she could have run into on the streets? I didn't find anything out of the ordinary with the blood tests, either... I've never had a problem with my receptionists before… how strange... Well, she can leave the hospital at 9. I have no idea what you plan on doing with her from this point on, but I think it's best we keep a close eye on her until her family calls about her."
I hung up the phone, grabbing my bag, and locking my apartment behind me.

I stopped by McDoodles for breakfast and decided to get Chelsea a Howdy meal because it came with a toy. I've been hospitalized a few times and remember that the food wasn't that great. I got both meals to go and crossed the street to the hospital. It seems like everyone in the city was in good health because no one was in the waiting room both times I passed through it. The rude receptionist was gone and was replaced by a blonde with curly pig tails. "Hi what can I do for'ya?" a welcomed change from the stony bitch. "I need to collect someone, it's their day to be discharged from the hospital. Her name is Chelsea Handler." She smiled, nodded, and began typing on the computer. A paper bracelet printed out from the machine and she grabbed it and walked down the hallway.
I sat down and began munching on a hashbrown. When she returned a tired Chelsea was beside her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. The receptionist must have put her dress back on her. I stood up and handed Chelsea her Howdy Meal box. There were cute little cats, ponies, and hamsters on it. She smiled, "Thank you for the gift." I sighed and linked my arm through hers so I could eat, walk, and make sure she didn't get hit by a car.
"Have a great day!" The receptionist called after us as the electronic doors closed behind us.
Chelsea continued to stare at the box, smiling.
"You open it and eat what's inside." I said observing her.
"I don't want to eat its blood though." She frowned at the box and then at me.
"What?... No. Blood is only found in living things. Not boxes."
"But there are animals on the side. Those are living things." She furrowed her brows at me.
I shook my head. "No there are cartoons on the box. There are mini pancakes, a hashbrown, milk, and a sausage patty inside the box." She just continued admiring the box as though I had said nothing.
"Do you know where your house is?" I asked avoiding people in the street.
"Negatory." She said in a robot voice, smiling as though she were proud of herself.
"Do you have any clothes besides that dress?"
"Non." She shook her head. Her frizzy curls had straightened out overnight.
"Well, I'll stop by this store and get you something to wear." I pointed to the store a few feet ahead of us. "We have to be quick though."
Inside the store there were a bunch of purses, plushies, and dresses on all the walls. I had never been in this store before so I didn't really know what to expect. Chelsea walked over to a large pink alpaca on the wall, an untouched Howdy Meal still in tow, "Vaugh. I want this instead of clothes." She looked at me waiting for me to say yes.
I shook my head, "It doesn't work like that. You need clothes. You don't need a stuffed animal." I walked over to the stuffed animal and checked the price just for shits and giggles. 500G. No way. That was half of what I made in a day. "No." I repeated firmly. Her eyes got big and she started wailing, tears spilling off her face. One of the stores attendants glared at me and shook her head. "Hey. Stop crying or I won't get you anything." This made her cry more. Now customers in the store were giving me weird looks. "Hey! I said to stop crying! How about this Pookomon sweat shirt?" It was on clearance and had a blue mouse on it with a white belly and zigzag tail. She looked at it, nodded, and continued to cry. Rather loudly. I sighed and grabbed a slightly smaller version of the alpaca and took it off the wall. It was still rather big and the price was still not pleasing to my wallet, "I'll get you this now stop crying." She opened her eyes and she frowned, "I can't let you do that starfox." She pointed at the bigger one. She must not understand the concept of money. I walked over and said quietly, "My job doesn't pay me too much. If I bought you that, that would be half a day's pay. I'm actually kind of poor, to be honest. Do you want me eating pet food for the rest of the week?" She took in everything I said nodding occasionally, and then finally shook her head. She took the alpaca from me and put it back up on the wall. "Can I get this one then?" it was two alpacas attached to each other and it was about the size of her hand. I nodded and she grinned happily.
We took the sweatshirt and plush up to the counter where the attendant frowned at me again. She scanned the price tags and said, "You need to be nicer to your girlfriend." I sighed and shook my head about to speak when Chelsea replied, "I thought Vaughn was my husband." My face probably turned the color of a tomato. The lady looked shocked, and began putting the things into a bag. "DON'T!" Chelsea blurted, "You'll suffocate them!" She reached across the counter and snatched the alpacas from the lady. The lady frowned and gave Chelsea a mean look. I paid quickly and took Chelsea by the arm and walked out of there quickly.

Once we were on the boat I went into the cabin so I could relax. There were two beds, one on the opposite side of the room from the other.
I had managed to talk Chelsea into eating the pancakes, milk, and hashbrowns, but she refused to eat the sausage patty because I told her it came from a pig. Which wasn't the brightest idea on my part, but I got to eat the sausage so I guess it wasn't too stupid.
"Thanks to you being so difficult at the store I didn't have time to get any clothes for you." Chelsea was sat on her bed playing with her alpacas (which so conveniently happened to be detached now), her pony toy from McDoodles, and her panda wrappers. The Howdy Meal box was the house for the pony and pandas, and I guess one alpaca was Godzira and the other was protecting the box house. "Hey. Are you listening to me?" She looked up shook her head and continued making fighting noises. I stood up and dug through a tool box that sat in the corner of our cabin. There were woman's jeans, a yellow t-shirt, boots, a red bandana, and an orange vest.
The Goddess was kind today.