MAN YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS KID | OPEN - MEMORY LOSS

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    When he finally came to after a whole night of being out cold, Alfred found himself with a few others outside of a place he could only vaguely remember, most of it blurry. He could make out in the back of his mind some shouting and some pain, then it just...cut off from there. Kinda like watching some video taken moments before something tragic struck and the picture just cuts off and dives straight into black.


    He turned to the others lying in the grass with him, and asked them if any of them knew what had happened to him. Some of them had answers, some did not, so of course he listened in on who had a thing or two to tell him, and maybe jog his memory some. He got that there had been a fight, someone had been drunk, and people got hurt. While that was all very good to know, it didn't explain how he got into the situation he did. He asked someone else, someone who actually wasn't injured badly, just suffering some scrapes and bruises.


    They told him he took a nasty blow to the head, then asked if he remembered it at all. He shook his head.


    He tried to stand. It was proving difficult with each second, but he eventually managed to get onto his paws, staring intensely at the ground with widened blue eyes. He blinked once, and softened up, looking less disturbed and more confused. That's when he realized something, looking up and around.


    He didn't know this place.


    His head was pounding. He didn't have his glasses, and everything in the distance was blurry as all hell to him. He lifted one paw to rub the side of his head and discovered someone had wrapped gauze around his head. While he couldn't see why, a dark red stain resided at the side of his head, blood that had slowly seeped out of a wound caused by one guy and too much alcohol.


    "Sh!t..." He was totally lost. He tried and failed to make something out, to understand why he was here and when he got here. Someone called his name and he almost jumped. No, he had to be losing his mind. Where was Cass? He needed to find the one person he could actually recognize.


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    Cassius was going about his own business when he saw the figure of the German Shepard. He may of been going to explore the theater little bit more, but he immediately stopped and walked towards them instead. He'd been looking for them, to put it simply.




    He didn't notice the injury at first, but either way he still greeted them by nuzzling his head against their neck and just enjoying the softness of their fur. He took a deep breath, adjusting his shades. “I think theres somethin' chewin' at the cords n' the theater, but I think m' onto somethin'..." He trailed off, namely when he got a good look at their face and noticed the bleeding. Hypothetical eyebrows raised, and he felt a bit of panic for half a second, just taking in the damage for a moment.




    “Al...what happened?” He finally decides to say, looking at the blood. He'd always been pretty defensive of the other, and he had his own reasons for that of course. His mind quickly went to the worst possible place as he reflected back to the situation that happened with Jester. He said he'd keep them safe, he said he would...but they always f#ckin' managed to get hurt somehow. His poker face didn't shift at all, but his mood had definitely shifted to a more negative one, his breath hanging in his throat, not really able to say another word.




    He just watches in silent curiously, wondering what the hell happened. He can't come up with anything to say, but he's looking up at them and holding his breath while he tries to figure out why they're bleeding. Instead of overthinking it, he puts his head against their chest a bit, and fumbles that its going to be okay. He'll figure out the details later, for now...comfort. Comfort tended to work better, right?




    “Hows...your head?" he drawls quietly, closing his eyes, dreading the day their injury is...worse then just a bump on the head, and he doesn't feel their heart drumming in their chest anymore when he touches them.




    He doesn't know the have amnesia, but he doesn't need to know that to feel worried as hell.

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    He heard Cassius say something about chewing and cords, and glanced over at him for a second with the same irritated and confused look. Yeah. He knew Cass had been messing around in the movie theater doing something, but he had never really joined in on the fun. Why? Well there was the fight, then he was out cold. But then again, excuses, excuses. Maybe he was just a sh!t of a boyfriend.


    He was about to start running some rather pessimistic thoughts through his head when Cassius asked about his head. His head? Right. He rubbed the bloody side of his head again, wincing and swearing under his breath. Thinking about it brought the pain back, and he discovered that it hadn't healed any and it was just making him pissy. [color=#3a9ddd]"It's hurting." And he still hadn't answered the other question yet. What did happen? A fight, right? Wasn't that what the other guys had said? So why didn't he get any help? He woke up in the same place he left off, maybe dragged off out of the fray. Hell, that wasn't sh!t, was it? [color=#3a9ddd]"Fight. I think...I think I'm starting to get sh!t back to me. Got kicked in the head apparently. No one really did sh!t. Think about it, Cassius...I'm pretty f#cking lucky to get outta there with maybe a little bit of help. Right? Where was everyone? I didn't wake up to anyone helping me."


    He was starting to get irritated, a pissed off little scowl decorating his pale face. He wasn't mad at Cassius, no, he was never mad at Cass. Minus that one time. Shut up, brain, he didn't want to think about it anymore. [color=#3a9ddd]"Whatever. My head hurts, I want to go home."


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    “What do y' mean no one helped ya?” He decided to say, and at that point he looked around for his bag. It had all his medic sh!t in it. He knew Alfred had been having trouble with getting recognition, its what set them off in riverclan. Its why he left, mostly. So they could get recognized. He'd do anything for that to be them and not him, but it didn't seem like here was much better. He closed his eyes and thought of Waverly's teary face. He was so, so sure they cared...and yet he wanted to think they hated the whole lot of knights that joined during the merge. It's all he could think of.




    Cassius had his nose in the medic bag while Alfred talked, quiet and thoughtful. They got kicked in the head? What the f#ck? His head lifted in disbelief, until he remembered Alfred liked starting fights. Of course, the disbelief never left his features. It was frustrating when you cared about something, and it seemed like everyone else wanted it dead. Tortures, injury, whatever the f#ck else- it was all too much. It was so f#cking stressful, he couldn't worry about all this sh!t all the time. Of course though, before he died he was just as bad. His friends, and anyone who cared about him had to move ever month, watch out for drugs, kidnapping, murder and investigation.




    Clearly they where fine.




    He was just...sick and tired of thinking they could be dead every morning he opened his eyes and they weren't there. He'd worried himself to the point of being sick, but he knew at this point telling them to be careful wouldn't change anything. It was something else...something different, as if some third thing had him by the neck and was only tightening its grip, waiting for his throat to get crushed. He quietly picked out the herbs he needed while Alfred said he wanted to go home, shaking his head. “Let me wrap that, pardner. No walkin'. Not yet.” His voice was monotone as usual, he was poker faced.




    Poker faced...but worried. Was this his fault? If it was his coma,it meant it was his influence making this happen. That made his blood run cold. While he contemplated this, he waited them to sit down so he could access their injury.




    Cowboy was just...tryin' his best.

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    [justify]Reiki had been one of this few people how had been there but not sone a sh#t about it, really his lack for caring for people was quite strong especially when it was about people he not even know anything about. So once the crowd had started to slipt itself up with no care for Alfred well being the doemstic brown feline had contunie on with his walk with the decision to simple leave the german shepherd there to rott away or whatever. None of it was of his concern going to leave it be for someone else concern. A bit he had come already his present gone from the scene when eventually the once medicin cat stopt in the tracks when some leaves was laying right in front of his paws like some sort of sign. An annoyed huff escaped from the youth lips before eyes drifted up towards the sky.


    Helping people was not his thing having throw that away a long time ago. The only skill he had ever developed to have did he truly despise more than anything else. The lack of caring for people yet had been trained to help others out so they not would end up dying. It had been the work only females had been allowed to do for being the lowest rank in the clan he had been raised and born in. Now look what all of it had lead him of to. Something inside was yelling at him for being so heartless to leave someone behind to die never really crossing path with someone without anyone else being there to do the job he tried so desperate to avoid. Only some few he had helpt out, like Mikaela and Deathstroke when injures had been on thier body. But now an stranger?


    Out of frustration a growl escaped out from the throat before steping inside of where he was suppose to live graping that damn f#cking bag before returning back outside to pick this damn leaves, some herbs that he had spoted on the way, even using a bottle to take some water into. Having the most importend stuff the pissed of tom would head back towards the place where that stupied german shepherd perhaps still would be laying on but did not reached the whole way since the view of him come up standing and alive. Huh. Looked like he had woken up and got up on the feets to move a bit or something or the memory was lacking. Dunno, didn't really care. Someone else was already there having what was needed to use for treating this one wounds. Oh just great meaning he had come back here in total waste then. That labrador was someone he recognized as well somehow.


    To make his apperance known the smaller creature would huff out loudly before throwing back the bag on the ground with a 'tch'. He should really have stayed home today. " Maybe next time you should not play the f#cking hero of the day, huh? Never heared of not picking a fight you not can win? " he muttered bitterly, gloomy looking at them both. He know very well that rule which was why he never did a sh#t because he had no f#cking chance in this world anyway to do something for himself. He was total useless.
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    Someone else approached the two already there, and immediately his head whipped up so his eyes could focus on them, even if they were glazed over for the most part. He didn't know this guy, and he especially didn't know why he was yelling him about starting sh!t. He had a bag it seemed with him, and looked pissed off. Well f#ck you too. [color=#3a9ddd]"F#ck you." He muttered, convincing himself if he ignored Reiki the guy would go away.


    Cassius was digging through the medic bag when Alfred looked back over at him, and he sat down finally just so he could bury his face into the ruddy fur he'd grown so accustomed to finding himself next to. If he had known Cassius's fears he would avoid danger at all costs, even if it came to him. Nowadays he never tried to get into situations like this, they just...happened. He was terrified to die, if he was going to be honest with himself. He came close so many times that it just seemed natural for bad things to happen, but with each passing incident he just grew more and more paranoid.


    Out of the corner of his eye he saw some people staring at him, and he covered his bloody face in Cassius's fur, not quite caring if he got any on them. Besides, most of it was dry or drying. It made one half of his face kinda tight, but he barely noticed.


    [color=#3a9ddd]"I'm tired, I'm cold, and I can't remember sh!t...I just want to lie in bed and go to sleep." He lifted his face from Cassius's shoulder after awhile, blinking a few times before just leaning against them. He laid his head on their shoulder and tried to stay awake, wings limp and the edges lying in the grass below. He felt pretty damn weak right about now, and still was confused as all hell about his current situation.


    Muttering something along the lines of an 'I love you', Alfred finally decided to close his eyes completely and get what rest he could, not bothering to fight and stay awake any longer.


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