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He had no memory.
One day he just woke up and found himself in an unfamiliar room.
The room could be described as dark, but it's fairly white... A contradiction in itself. No windows or any possible sight of the outside world. It had red and black as the main theme of the room. Several circus trinkets could be spotted here and there, with purple items occationally appearing every where.
He felt like he should be within this place dispite having no memory of it at all. Maybe it could be his room or someone else's. Moving his body out of the bed, he saw that his body was covered in bandages- bandages? Why would it be there? Just as he was about to move a step further, pain spiked through his body, pain, everywhere. It hurts. What the hell did he do last night?
" Oh. You're currently awake? "
He turned and saw someone standing by the doorway. The other had a clipboard in hand with a pen tucked by their right ear- wait.. no.. that's just a feather, the pen was in the other's shirt pocket. He couldn't understand any of the thing that is happening right now. He should say something before things get awkward, or maybe it already is.
" Yes, May I ask something? "
Curiosity, Confusion, whatever it is, had a hold on his mind. He just need it answered. The other, assumingly a doctor, doesn't seem to mind his presence being here. The doctor angled their head to the side and smiled at him, it made some strange emotions stirred in his stomach, he doesn't know what it is so he'll push it aside.
" Go ahead, ask away. "
" I'm more than glad to answer any of your question. "
He figured it would be more appropriate to let the other sit on something rather than standing, it just seemed rude to let them stand. He sat back down on the bed and patted his side, actioning for the other to come sit. It seems to work for some reason because the doctor actually did what he was expecting, aside from the part where the doctor relaxed a little too much and is looking at him with longing eyes.
" Why am I here? "
He kind of expected to recieve silence as a respond. Instead the doctor didn't mind one bit, they actually answered in pure honesty, though he didn't quite catch everything but he could tell that he currently have to rest for a while, everything really hurts like hell. The Doctor proceeded to ramble further about something he didn't care about. His brain tuned it out as he furthermore inspect the other person sitting beside him.
Now that he is actually thinking. Every move the doctor made would make his heartbeat a little faster than normal, assuming his normal heartbeat isn't this fast. The doctor had a pair of beautiful violet eyes, their curly white hair greatly enhancing it to be the main vision's point of focus. They're really beautiful, he meant the eyes of course, how often does one get to see a pair of violet eyes filled with ambition? He could say that the other person is stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous, every word that meant beautiful in the world. It's weird to think like that since he had just met the other person a few minutes ago.
Like a love at first sight.
He doesn't even know the other's name and is already in love with them. How foolish of him to feel like that.
" ----- "
Who could deny their love when the prettiest thing in the world is right infront of them?
" ----n "
The way the the doctor spoke with little hand gestures accompanying every sentence.
" ---wn "
The way that their eyes is sparkling even in low light exposure.
" -------erce. "
The word spoken to his ear made him flinch a little. He should've pay attention a little more, a shame that he didn't recall what the word is.
" Oh! uh- Yes doctor? "
" Were you listening to what I was saying? "
" Yeah! totally "
He felt like the doctor can read him like an open book. That's not fair, the doctor's facial expression is hard to read. they're either static or positive and he doesn't know if those are even the doctor's real emotions. Those eyes were just so alluring. He turned away, maybe embarrassment had gotten to him.
The doctor sat up and turned his heels away on the carpeted flooring to the same doorway that they came in. Can he not stay a little longer? He wishes so.
" If you feel like you're ready, meet me at the kitchen, I'm sure you know what a kitchen looks like "
The doctor closed the door on their way out. He's now left all alone in the foreign room, with his thoughts and no memories of who he or the doctor is. Could he be a patient assigned to heal at home? Is the doctor the one assigned to him until this unknown disease gets better? Why did his heart felt like it's going to jump out of his chest any moment with the doctor? Wait.. He didn't asked the doctor for their name, how ignorant of him.
He decided to get up and take a good look of himself before going to the doctor. Coincidentally, there's a full body in the room, must've been a high maintainence person decorating this room. Looking in the mirror he can see that the person in the mirror is like a distant memory, he could tell that he had seen it before in many occasion, yet he could not recall a single thing about it.
Long obsidian hair, maroon faded ends with some white streaks along his hair. Pitch-black sharp eyes. Something is missing from his face but he can't tell what it is, it just felt empty. His body tells him that he did a lot of workouts, atheletic maybe, he looks like he could do well in laboring. He would consider himself tall compared to the doctor and everything in the room. The outfit looked like it was straight out of a circus. Everything felt like it was meant to be, that put a crisis on his still processing mind. Everything before he woke up was a blur and he couldn't recall even his name.
Maybe the doctor had an answer to all of this, maybe he thought. So he walked out of the room to the hallways, navigating through the similar themed rooms. It took a lot of turns and wrong path for him to finally enter the kitchen.
There stood the doctor, sitting at the table, smiling as if they were waiting for him to join. A plate is already out on the table. He couldn't feel any other than being dumbfounded. The other had already changed into a more casual fitting rather than the lab coat. That's even more stunning.
" Why don't you take a seat my darling? "
" The food is only going to get colder. "
He did as asked, sitting across the other person with a plate in front of him. It had spaghetti with tomato sauce. He stared down the food, unsure if he should eat it or not.
" What are you waiting for? Eat up! "
" You're not trying to poison me are you? "
" W- O- Of couse not?! Why would I do that to you!? "
The doctor is the type to stutter too, how adorable is that? He could just sit here and stare at the other person without ever getting bored.
" Haha I'm just joking! take it easy "
" R- Right, you're taking medications after this "
That sounded more like a statement than a request.
" Medications? "
" You have amnesia, and injuries all over your body "
" Makes sense to me "
" Better not keep the doctor waiting then "
The other had already finished their meal. He didn't even notice that.
" Kindly lay down on the bed and use no resistance please "
The doctor said as they're preparing supplies to fix his wounds. A little exciting if you ask him. He was changed into something similar to hospital gowns, the old bandages were still on his body. His eyes wandered around the room, trying to get the doctor off his mind. Everything's white, a great contrast to the rest of the building. Medical purpose room he presumed. Even the bed is white, it would be hard to clean if he were soaking with blood instead.
" What should I call you doctor? Don't you have a name? "
" Hmm... "
He could see the doctor glancing over to him with a disinfectant in hand. The tray beside them consisted of many supplies he's sure familiar with, maybe he used them a lot, and a concerning amount of anesthasia in a household like this. Looks like the doctor can see his concern.
" Just call me any sorts of pet names you can think of, you used to do that a lot "
" Dear, darling, honey, anything really, or you can just call me doctor "
" I guess we're something special then "
" You could say that "
The doctor carefully removed the bandages from his side and- oh.
" That's a bad one "
A slashing wound big enough to put a person at death's door from blood loss, oh my it's still fresh. He have no idea how the hell did he survived this.
" Does that ring any bell in your memories my patient? "
The doctor poured some healing potion on it, the sight of cells healing was disgusting, but he didn't feel like throwing up at all. Was he used to this procedure? The extreme change of temperatures from applying the disinfectant around the rims gave him goosebumps. The person treating him is laughing, even their laugh is pretty, oh god, he's so hopelessly in love. They stitched up his wound and it stings like hell. The results were more than what he had expected, it's almost like he just had a scratch and not an entire ravine carved into his side. He didn't have that sight for long though, the doctor had sat him up and wrapped new bandages in place of the old one.
" If you feel like continuing, we can fix up every other wound you have and let you rest "
He didn't feel like using words right now, so he just nodded. The doctor didn't delay their actions any further, treating most of the wounds with ease. Some were questionable enough that they had to stop and examine before continuing. It looks like he got into a very bad fight with someone, not sure how it happened with his memories failing him right now.
It has been several minutes of without actions, was the treating process over? No. He doesn't want this to end at all. Even if it meant he had to endure the pain longer. He looked to the person writing something on the clipboard, hoping that the other person would understand the message he is trying to send. They didn't move their eyes away from the clipboard. They just moved their body closer before leaning their body weight on him. It didn't hurt his wounds, instead he felt even better with the other person so close like this.
He hugged the doctor, burying his face in their hair. It smelled nice, something alone the lines of floral and herbs or any sweet scents. The body he is caressings has all signs of life, their body feels hot compared to his, or it's just a side effect of losing large amount of blood in his body that he's the cold one instead. Like hugging a big plushie, soft and safe. He likes being in this position and it also looks like the other person didn't mind at all, they even hummed a song, it also felt familiar to him.
He could feel his consciousness slip away little by little. It just felt so safe. He really doesn't want this to end.
" Doctor. "
" Yes darling? "
" What am I doing after this? "
The other person didn't answer immediately. Instead, they had one hand moved to scratch his head, like he's a pet, he doesn't mind that really.
" Rest your body, tomorrow we'll recover more of your memories "
He hugged the person in his arms tighter. He doesn't want to do that. Not without being sure that he's truly safe. The doctor in his arms giggled, he could tell that the other person is smiling, their violet eyes must've sparkled too, he really wants to see it.
" Don't worry my dear "
" I'm not leaving you alone soon "
He could feel himself being guided to another room. The doctor really did as they said, they didn't leave his side at all.
He got a new outfit to wear, presumably pajamas, It's another jester themed item again, it's comfortable to wear, adding to the sleepiness he's feeling right now. The room had more of a purplish theme, black and reds included of course. It's filled with mechanical stuffs, some left unfinished on the work table with a blueprint. Maybe a lot of chicken trinkets.
The doctor made him sleep in a bed, it's not as big as the bed he woke up in, but big enough to have two people in it. Time is like a hard to reach concept when all he see is the beauty of the person with him right now. He admires the person so much that he could feel his face getting hotter the more he watch those fuild movements of the other person doing some routines. He has no shame when it comes to this person, does he?
The other person finally slip under the same blanket as him, being this close face to face is really dangerous for his heart. The warm light of the lantern made their face feature even more stunning and- is that a chicken plushie?
" Meet Clucker! He's my favorite chicken "
" I think I can remember that vaguely darling "
" Thank god you can, if you don't I'll make you go through everything again haha! "
That might've triggered something inside his brain so hard that he got goosebumps just from hearing it alone. It earned a giggle from the other person- maybe he should say that this is his beloved from now on. It made his beloved giggle and that made him happy. He draped his own arm over his beloved's body and closed his eyes, he's getting really sleepy now.
" Do you need bed time stories? "
" Hm... maybe... "
He buried himself in his beloved's presence, getting petted as a result of doing so. He loves it. Being safe and sound, he found himself trying to match his breathing with his beloved.
" What about the story of a man that's often the subject of kidnapping? "
" I think that's about you my dear "
" pfft- you remembered something like this and not our name? "
" I don't, but I can tell that you're trying very hard to recover my memories "
" Oh my sweet sweet darling "
His beloved kissed him on the forehead as a reward. He let out noises of satisfaction. He currently feels like the happiest man in the world.
" How about I keep counting cluckers until you fell asleep? "
He considered that for a little bit, the idea might kept him laughing all night and open his wound instead of getting sleep like he intended to.
" Let's just close our eyes and sleep like that instead "
" I don't think chickens jumping over a fence repeatedly would help with my injuries "
His beloved made a sound of agreement and kissed him on the cheeks as an extra. Now that's the perfect way to send someone off to sleep.
...
At first It didn't seem like it was working for him because he couldn't keep himself calm enough to be knocked out of the system while his beloved is sleeping. His body is tired yet it volunteered to stay up and watch the sleeping person next to him. Even in the land of dreams, his beloved looks so peaceful, unaware of things that are happening to his heart.
The dark night might have been tripping him over but he swore, on his head, that he saw his beloved's face being in so much pain looking at him. He doesn't want that. He wants his beloved to be happy. He brushed his fingers against their hair covering their face. If they're happy, then he's happy. If they're in pain, he too, feels the same.
" Something's on your mind darling? "
He flinched and pulls his hand away, since when was his beloved awake? He tried to find excuses, and failed miserably. He feels so vulnerable with his beloved.
" I can't sleep "
" Hm.. you're just too worried darling "
" We are safe here, no one will find us "
" bu- "
" no buts, just close your eyes and you'll be fine "
" mmm "
He did close his eyes, he's not sure how is this supposed to help at all. Then a soft touch appeared on his lips, warm and soothing. It tugged on his lower lips. he remembered that it lingered for an extented amount of time, it's really nice. He couldn't remember when it ended.
Several days had passed since he woke up with amnesia. His wound had all healed by now. He was getting used to the his old lifestyle again. It might be hard to recall memories, but with his beloved, anything would be possible. All that is left for him to recall now are the important parts of his life.
The doctor, his beloved doctor had scheduled an activity for both of them today. It was a test for him and a vacation for both of them. So they decided to wear something nice. He wore flowy shirt with lots of frills, black leggings and his own favourite pair of boots. He even decided to try some clown make up inspired by his own bedroom!
The sunlight on his skin felt nice.
It's even nicer when he can watch his beloved dancing with a bow and arrows in the rays of sunshine.
His beloved had took them both out of the building to a field of grasses and flowers, it's beautiful, just like his beloved. They gave him a scythe in the theme of black and red, it's like reuniting with a friend he hasn't seen in years. With a little of twist and turns, he swung it around like it was just an extensoin of his arms. For the first time after waking up with amnesia, he felt free. He could deflect every arrows that his beloved shot at him like it was nothing, his beloved ran as he got closer and he chased. Unsurprisingly catching up without breaking a sweat.
They both got tossed onto the ground, rolling and laughing with eachother.
" Oh no! The evil jester had caught me! what am I going to do! "
His beloved said with dramatic expressions, it quickly returned to a smile. It made him smile too, how much can this man make him fall in love more?
" Oh Branzy.. Your acting skills truly amazes me timelessly "
" H- Ha? "
" Huh? "
They both stared, 'Branzy' was the first to sit up properly. His expression was flabbergasted, like something world breaking just happened infront of his eyes.
" You finally remembered my name! Holy shit! "
He swore he never saw Branzy act this happy after the first day. That made him happy because it meant his beloved- his Branzy is happy!
" I thought it was going to take longer to remember you Branzy "
" I'm soooo glad you're finally back Clown "
" ClownPierce, am I right? "
Branzy's eye lit up like a happy fledgeling. Clown's sure that if Branzy had wings, it would be flapping with joy.
" OHHH!!! MY DEAR JESTER IS BACK!! "
Branzy jumped in his face and sent them both rolling on the ground once again, tears of joy strolling down their face. Clown could only pat his beloved's back as a comfort.
" Hey hey, I haven't recalled all of it yet Branzy "
" Some of them are still not back here"
" Right-- This is yours! "
Branzy took something out of his bag, it was his mask. Oh my.. So that's what was missing from his face this whole time! Clown took the mask and examined it in his hands.
" You kept it in perfect condition too? and it stayed with you? this whole time?? "
" I- thought that it'd be better, in case you actually recalled my name, like today! "
Oh god.
And he thought he couldn't love this man more.
Clown was dead wrong about that.
" Oh Branzy my adorable little trickster "
This time it was Clown that sent both of them straight to the ground, they nuzzled together like it meant the world was ending if they separated. Maybe they would have to worry about their clothes later.
Just being together is enough today.