Amnesia (Negan)

One

My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with harsh, bright light and a pulsing headache. All I could hear was loud ringing and a few deep, muffled voices. I brought my hands to my eyes as my vision returned and I could now make out the shapes of objects and the light became dimmer. Nausea flooded over me and I shut my eyes again, my already throbbing head smacked against a wall.

The ringing in my ears faded and I heard an intense, worried voice. "Woah there, darling. Take it easy. Don't need to bang up your pretty little head anymore than it already is."

I felt large, rough hands gently take me by the shoulders and support my neck, propping me upright. Suddenly I felt much better, I could hear and see almost normally. Now I can focus on what the fuck is happening to me. "W-where am I? Wha-" I started to say.

"Shh, don't fret about it. You're safe, honey. Drink some water." The man with the sonorous voice spoke again, holding a plastic cup to my lips. I greedily chugged the whole cup of water, only now realizing just how thirsty I was. How long was I unconscious for? Where am I? My thoughts were once again interrupted my the mysterious man.

"Sweetheart, you are safe." He assured me again. Finally, I looked up to observe the man. His voice matched his appearance perfectly; powerful, mysterious, tenacious. "Now, if you don't mind telling me, what is your name? And what the hell were you doing passed out in the woods almost ten miles away from here?"

I released my grip on the mans leather jacket, not remembering ever even gripping it in the first place, and move backwards on the cot away from him. Shaking my head I said, "Who are you and where am I?"

The man let out an amused sigh and smirked. I've never seen such bright white teeth in my life. "I, am Negan. And I do not appreciate you avoiding my questions like this. I will explain everything to you as soon as I find out your goddamn name and why the hell I found you unconscious in the woods." He demanded.

A lump formed in my throat when I realized I have no idea what he's talking about. "I-I don't know. I don't remember anything. Do you know who I am?" I panicked.

"Well shit, girl. If I knew would I be asking?" Negan stood up and opened the door to the small room. He stepped outside for a minute and began talking to someone outside the door. I took this time to take in my surroundings. I'm in an infirmary. The room is filled with medicine and small tools. I stood up quickly and ran across the room, getting extremely dizzy in the process. I slammed into a counter and hastily picked up a large pair of surgical scissors as my vision started to turn white again.

The noise drew the attention of Negan and the men outside. They ran into the room and I held up the scissors in their direction. I couldn't see much but I knew they weren't armed.

"Somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on, right now!" I screamed.

"Put the scissors down, sweetheart. Nobody here is trying to hurt you." Negan said calmly, moving closer.

A man in a lab coat, who I assume is the doctor, spoke up. "You don't remember anything, do you? Do you know your name?" He asked cautiously.

I shook my head. Negan stepped closer and lowered my hand, taking the scissors. "It's okay. We brought you in with a pretty bad head injury." He told me, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place; Worry, confusion, curiosity?

The doctor stepped next to Negan and my eyes began to ring, my head was pounding and my sight threatened to fail completely. I think I stumbled because the two men rushed forward and caught me.

The doctor spoke as they rushed me back into the bed, "I think she has amnesia."