Yesterday's Winning Vote:
Option 2 - Try to explain that you really don't know.

You look Rachael straight in the eye and sincerely say, “This will probably sound stupid, but I really can't remember more than a few hours back.”

“Hmmm...interesting.” Rachael puts a check in a box on her sheet. Looking over, you see she checked something under the heading “Mental Illnesses”.

“Hey, hey!” you say. “I don't have a mental illness!”

Still scribbling on the sheet, she says, “You have amnesia.”

“That's not a mental illness!”

Glancing up without stopping her writing, she replies, “Yes, it is.”

“It's a fricking symptom!” you yell.

A toothless old man across the room gives you two thumbs up and says, “I got me some of them.”

“Either way, I check the box.” Rachael puts both hands up to show it's not her fault. “Is there anything else besides the gaping hole in your chest I should write down? Anything bothering you?”

Looking at her incredulously, you remark, “Now that you mention it—how about the fact that you're filling out paperwork while I have a GAPING HOLE IN MY CHEST!”

Without skipping a beat, Rachael gestures around the room. “Look around. You're in a free clinic in a bad part of a huge city at dusk. Just having a giant, gaping wound isn't enough to attract anyone's attention here. You need to be actively dying for anyone to give a rat's ass about you.” Then, with a wink and a smile, she adds, “Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen to you. You're not my first.”

Under your breath, you mutter, “You're lucky you're hot.”

“Huh?” Rachael asks quizzically.

“Oh, nothing...” Looking around for something shiny to distract Rachael with, you're happy to see a nurse heading for the two of you.

“You just keep bringing them in, don't you, Rachael?” the nurse says, chewing what you guess to be several pieces of nicotine gum between her yellowed teeth. “What's wrong with this one?”

Rachael nods at the nurse. “Chest wound. Oh, and he's got amnesia.”

“Nice, I like the crazy ones.”

Jumping up, you point a finger at both of them. “I'm not crazy.”

“Whatever. Doesn't make a difference to me.” The nurse beckons you to follow. “Just come with me. An examination room just opened up.”

Rachael waves to you as you walk away. “I'll be here when you get back.”

The nurse takes you down a hall and opens a door for you. “Wait here. Doc'll be back in a minute.” When you step in, the nurse slams the door behind you, leaving you to find the light switch.