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Amnesia - Donald & Daisy

Compared to Duckberg, any other city in the nation was dull as dirt. That's what Daisy believed, anyway. She loved to read about the daring adventures of Scrooge McDuck and his odd little family, and she often wished she could be a part of it. But that wasn't the life for her, so she'd have to continue her own hum-drum boring day-to-day routine.

... Or at least she was trying to, but her car had, once again, broken down. She had managed to pull over to the side of the road, nearing the very edge of town. She grumbled, getting out and giving it a good kick. "What did I ever do to you!" Daisy yelled at the object that couldn't yell back. This was sadly routine too - her car would start up again, after it cooled down, but for now she was stuck and alone.

"Ugh... why is there never anyone around when I need them?"

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It was just at that moment that there was some rustling from the bush right next to Daisy's car, five seconds before a figure stumbled out of it, tripping and collapsing to the ground with a mumbled "Wak!"

"EEK!" Daisy screeched, startled at the sudden company. In seconds she thought she was being robbed, and so she lifted her purse, ready to beat the stuffing out of the would-be thief. "Hands off, buddy!"

... Except he had already defeated himself and was laying on the ground. "...Huh?"

The figure - a duck like her - didn't even seem to notice she was there, laying on the ground and breathing heavily. While he didn't seem injured, his feathers and clothes were disheveled, and he looked like he had been through a lot.

And that he needed some help.

"Oh, no..." She dropped her purse, and knelt down, trying to gently shake the man's shoulder. "Hey! Hey, are you okay?" A dumb question, but she had to try. "Can you hear me?"

He groaned, a rough sound his throat as she roused him awake, though he seemed barely conscious as he looked up at her.

She cupped his cheeks, trying to keep his attention. "Hey, stay with me here! What's your name? Where do you live?" Her car had better feel like working when next she was in it, maybe this guy needed a doctor.

Another groan, and there was a mumbled answer, something that sounded like "Don" before it trailed off, his body falling limp as he seemed to fade out of consciousness.

"Okay, Don, just... hang on!" It took some effort, but she managed to drag him to her car and get him seated. "I'm going to take you to the hospital... if my car feels like working." But much to her relief, when she turned the key, it nosily came to life.

"There we go!"

He didn't respond as he sat in the front seat of her car, leaning heavily against the door. Luckily at least his breathing had eased a little, and he almost looked more like he was dozing than completely knocked out during the drive to the hospital.

Every so often Daisy glanced over, making sure he was at least breathing. She'd have to call work later and let them know she wasn't coming in today - at least she had a decent excuse! And this was going to cost her a pretty penny... Maybe he'd pay her back once his head was on straight.

Once he was checked in, Daisy refused to leave. If he had no friends or family to speak of, then she would keep him company - even take him home, if he was discharged early. Still... what in the world could have happened to this poor guy?

Unfortunately that would remain a mystery. A few hours later the doctor went out to meet Daisy, letting her know that while "Don" had woken after being treated, he didn't seem to have any memory of anything prior to meeting Daisy.

It was a very severe case of amnesia.

Amnesia?! Is that actually a thing? Daisy is shocked, and has a million questions... that no one can answer. Once she learns that at least Donald is physically well, she heads for his room. While she wants to take him home, it'd probably be best to get his opinion first.

She lightly knocks before walking in. "Hey, uh, 'Don'."

He seemed to be doing all right, actually looking a bit bored until the knock on the door interrupts his intense stare at the ceiling. As she enters, he sits up a bit, blinking a little.

"Hi...uh..." He hesitates for a moment, trying to think. "You're...the one who brought me in...right?"

He thinks so anyway, but he's not entirely sure.

"Yeah, that's me." She walked in, jabbing a thumb to her chest. "My name's Daisy. And you're Don, right? That's what you told me before you passed out for good."

Hesitating a bit, he nodded.

"Yeah...that's me, I guess," he replied, but didn't sound all too sure.

He fiddled with the blanket a bit, trying to figure out what else to say.

"...Thanks. For the uh...the help."

"Well, actually, I'm not quite done yet." Daisy leaned over the bed. "If no one's claimed you and you've got nowhere to go, there's room at my place... if you're interested."

He blinked in surprise.

"Is...that okay? To let a perfect stranger stay in your house?"

"If it wasn't okay, I wouldn't be offering it." Daisy flicked a finger to Donald's forehead. "Look at you, you're weak as a noodle, I could kick your butt. There's no way you could ever lay a hand on me and get away with it."

"Ow, hey!" He flinched back at that, rubbing the spot she had flicked as he glared at her a bit.

"You don't have to put it that way."

Daisy pulled back, smirking a bit. "Anyway, I could use some excitement in my life, and what's more exciting than a cute guy with no memory? So if you want it, my door is open."

He blinked, still a bit uncertain. But then, it's not like he really had anywhere else to go.

"Well, uh...I guess so. Thanks."

She stuck out her hand, wanting him to shake it. "Then it's agreed! But don't think you won't be pulling your own weight."

He can't help making a bit of a face at that, before glancing down at her hand.

"I guess that's fair," he grumbled, even as he reached out to shake her hand. Doesn't mean he has to like it, though.

"Did the doc say how long I was gonna be here?"

"You can leave today." Daisy said after a good shake. "As far as he said, you're just really dehydrated and exhausted. Wherever you were, you were worn out. You might've been like that for days, or weeks!"

He frowned a bit, a thoughtful look on his face.

"And no clues about how I got that way, huh?"

He knew there weren't, and he wasn't asking her specifically. After all, if he didn't know, how would anyone else? But the fact that he didn't know still bothered him.

Daisy shook her head, frowning. "I'm afraid not... you just stumbled into my life, literally."

But then she reached over to touch his story. "But look... just because something's lost doesn't mean it can't be found again. Who says we have to give up right away?"

Glancing up at her, he nodded.

"I guess so...Thanks."

Then he managed a small smile.

"If I had to stumble into someone, I'm lucky it was someone like you."

Daisy smiled back, a hint of blush on her cheeks. "... Yeah, you are. Ready to start a new adventure together?"

He drew in a breath, stiffening ever so slightly.

"Adventure?"

Daisy grinned a little wildly. "Memories to find, people to discover, lives to see... this is going to be all kinds of fun, the exact kind of excitement I've been craving! Why, I bet it's more adventurous than anything Scrooge McDuck has ever done."

"...Scrooge McDuck?"

He didn't really know his own name, but somehow that name sounded familiar.

Daisy paused, curious. "I know you don't remember anything about yourself, but have you forgotten about the rest of the world, too?"

He hesitated a moment, not sure how to answer.

"...Maybe? Who is he?"

Daisy could almost laugh. "Only the richest duck in the whole wide world! They had to invent new words just to describe how rich he is! He's always going on adventures with his family to collect more treasure."

She did at least allow a chuckle. "I've always been kind of jealous of him, but then, who hasn't been?"

He tilted his head curiously. "I dunno...sounds kind of intense."

"Well, you'll hear about him whether you like it or not." A wave of her hand, gesturing towards the TV in the corner of the room. "He's in the news almost every other day. Soon you'll be sick to death of him... at least the kids are adorable."

"He has kids?"

"Great-nephews." She held up three fingers. "Triplets! Huey, Dewey, and Louie. How adorable is that?"

He sucked in a breath, and the heart monitor seemed to spike.

Those names sounded even more familiar than Scrooge McDuck's. But why...why did hearing their names hurt?

Daisy was startled at the noise on the monitor, and then swiftly turned her head. "H-Hey, what's wrong? Should I grab a doctor?!"

"I-I...no, I'm fine," he replied, running a hand over the feathers on the top of his head, though he winced as he felt the bump there. "I'm just...tired."

That was believable, right?

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