Zeros pov.**

Ok this guy's freaking me out just a little bit. First off he was being way to nice to a psycho like me, second why did he care? I'm my own responsibility and a loner. He should have no care or influence on what happens next in my life and to me. This man shouldn't be so nice to me, I have done things no one could forgive...why would this guy be treating me any different?

It's ok though I'll figure out more about it all later. For right now I'm gonna start to relax and try to ask questions calmly. So here I am still gross and bloody, yet this weirdo still wont release my face. Forgetting my thought of relaxing, I turned to bite him, hoping that'll make him let go. I did it all the time to the doctors yet they still pursued with their actions. Trying this I turned my head and opened my mouth, though for some odd reason he knew this was going to happen and grabbed my jaw. He pushed his thumb against my tongue and looked right into my eyes.

"Come now, you really think I'll let you bite?" He gave me a look that, to me said, 'really?' After a minute or so I started to struggle in his grasp, not wanting his dirty thumb in my mouth any more. This moron was treating me like a dog! How rude!.... although I did just try to bite him so it kinda makes sense to me. He was just defending himself I'm sure of it. In this life it was survival of the fittest and the smartest, I give him props honestly.

I looked him in the eye ready to try again and he pulled me close enough to whisper into my ear. "You don't remember, that's fine. You will given time." And the next things I know I black out. I was in and out of the dark, what I could gather from the little sputes I was awake, I was being dragged and not handled nicely. They could at least treat me with some care, I'm not luguge.

Then I am waking up to very bright lights in my face and an i.v. sticking into my arm. I saw my blood running through it and making its way to a bag. I thought those things give not take. Hmph. I guess not.

I began to take in my surroundings and noticed a head of fluff sitting at a desk not far from me. Who ever they were, they seemed busy and stressed. For some reason they seemed...familiar to me. Well that's weird I have no memory of ever being here in my entire life, not sure why some one I haven't even met looks familiar. I decided to get the dudes attention by grunting loudly. The person turned in their swivel seat so fast I'm sure they got dizzy. They stood and walked over to me hesitantly, they were scared. Good.

I took in their futures seeing they are probably of the male gender, Caucasian, and sporting a full head of curly hair. The guy looked at my i.v. and started to take it down, still being cautious about being so close to me. "Um... I need to take your i.v. out... is that alright? W- will you let me do that?" I gave him a shrug and it made him even more hesitant.

I tried to speak, to tell him he could take the damn thing out, but instead of words coming from my mouth; it had been me coughing. I decided on a subtle nod and he got the jist of things.

After he did that he turned to me with a picture in hand, "hopefully this will help you remember us..." he spoke as if he was sad. What am I not remembering here? Did I hurt these people in my past somehow?

I took the picture from his hand and began to observe it. Every person in the picture looking extremely familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on where I knew them from. If the stupid idiots at the lab didn't fuck with my brain so much I might actually remember these people.

And for some reason... I want to remember... It kind of makes me sad that I don't....

Henlo, sorry about never updating this, I will try to work on it if y'all like it. Let me know if I made a mistake or if you just have a comment.
Also should I continue this?