Amnesia?

Mark Phillip.

I opened my eyes and I met myself in a room, a table and a lamp on it, a chair, and a waste bin beside the bed I was laying on. I couldn't move my body especially my bandaged shoulder, everything aches. Looking at the shoulder brings some blurry vision and it doesn't do me any good because it causes a strong headache.

"You're awake" a blonde haired lady came inside the room

"You're one strong guy, huh" she looked at me and continued talking "lucky you. Well, I'm Victoria Andrew, I'm a nurse, what about you?, what's your name?" She said and I looked at her, studying her appearance

"Mark" I said

"So do you remember who shot you, or why you were laying on the ground almost lifeless?" She asked me, and I tried to think but it was null

"No, I don't" I said

"You remember your parents?, family?, friends?" She asked as she threw the syringe she took from the table into the waste bin

"No, I don't" I said bluntly