I stare dumbly at the ground. My head is throbbing, but I don’t know why. In fact, I don’t know anything at all. There is a weird contraption next to me, but I don’t understand what it is. It’s hard to keep balance, sitting up, so I lie back down, accidentally banging my already hurting head on the sidewalk.
“Sir, are you alright?”
I cried. I wanted someone to make my head stop hurting, but nobody would. Through my tear, I could see a tall blur of a woman with her hand up to her ear.
“Hello?” she said. “Yes, I need an ambulance to come quick. There is a man lying on the sidewalk next to a bike with a bleeding head. No, he has no wallet or anyway for me to identify who he is…”
I cry louder as I heard sirens wailing loudly, but it made me tired and I fall asleep.
When I woke up, I was hungry. Somebody in white clothes comes and feeds me something from a little container, saying to another person in blue clothes, “... robbed. I think they attacked him. He fell off his bike, hit his head, and lost all his memory. He’s like a four month old baby.”
