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and now i'm freaked out a little bit. seizures always do that to me.
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A voice roused Tom Gilroy from his sleep. "Wake up, Tom."
Groggily, Tom mumbled, "...Cassie?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Gilroy. My name is Dr. Appleby. I have a few questions to ask you, if you feel you can speak." Nodding slightly, Tom sat up in his bed to view his interrogator. She was a thin pretty blond woman, with a stethoscope around her neck. She held a clipboard to her chest as she looked at him. Besides the stool she sat on, there were not any other pieces of furniture in the room. She looked down at her clipboard and asked, "How are you feeling today? Is there any soreness on your shoulder or arms?"
Tom took a moment to look over himself. His shoulder did ache a little, and there were bandages on his arms, but he felt good otherwise. "Where am I?" he asked.
"I'm asking the questions, Tom, and you still need rest, so we need to finish this quickly. Now, can you bend your legs for me?" Confused, Tom bent his legs up. He winced as they locked up. "I can't move my legs any more. Dr. Appleby, what is going on?" Sighing, she set the clipboard on the bed. "I am doing a check-up on a patient who had some very intensive and expensive surgeries. I am trying to determine where you are in your healing process, so that I can see whether or not we need to aid you with medicine. Now just answer the questions please." She picked up her clipboard and started again. "What do you remember of your life Mr. Gilroy?"
He felt a twinge inside his head. "Uh... I remember everything, I grew up in Pennsylvania, went to college at Brown, moved on to a career in...uh..." There was another twinge, sharper this time. He put his hand to his head. Now his eyes were starting to water. "I don't know, maybe something for the government? Something important, uh..." "That's enough for now Tom, you don't have to--" "Wait, someone important, I was protecting someone important! It was... a woman! Who was she--" An explosion of images flew through his mind. A brown haired woman handing him some papers. The same woman smiling across from a table, then at a house, now they were at a lake, a huge fire, a man in all gray, a face. His face. Needles arcing across his line of vision.
"Mr. Gilroy, are you alright? Tom, I need you to say something. Tom?" Tom heard nothing, all he could see were needles moving in slow motion towards him. He started spasming in his bed, writhing and clawing at his back. Dr. Appleby jumped back, but then pulled a syringe out of her lab coat. She grabbed onto his arm and injected him with a sedative. He turned his head towards her, already feeling the effects of the sedative. His expression was distant when he said, "I couldn't save you." Then he collapsed onto his pillow, completely knocked out.
Elise stepped back from the bed, finger on her lip, thinking. An intercom popped on, and a voice asked, "Should we wipe more from his mind?"
"No, if we erase too much we may stunt his mental growth. Let's watch his progress some more and if it's absolutely necessary we will erase more. Call in to Mr. Johnso--"
She stopped mid-sentance when smoke started creeping out from under Mr. Gilroy's sheets. She rushed over and lifted his covers away from him. The smoke was coming from his chest. Lifting his shirt off, she saw a word being written on his flesh. The writing was cursive, and when it was finished, it read, "Cassie", directly onto his left breast.
"Vern, call in Dr. Hazel please."
"The plastic surgeon?"
"Yes, we can't have this causing problems with his development. Her memory would only interfere with our desired result." She walked out of the room, and the lights dimmed in Tom's room. Light flickered from beneath his eyelids.2 Comments:
very nice - feeding little bit by little bit to the reader. A minus.
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