"You're right. It's not any of your business, though I've yet to see<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>deter<span style="font-style: italic">you."</span>Rylie said stonily, "I just waited. It was the only thing I could do in that week I was in a coma.  I weathered the storm and it passed. As for the results on those brainwaves, of course you'd be able to see them. All you'd need are my medical records. Incidentally, we are headed for the hospital. I can request a transcript."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">If you want answers, then fine. But damn it, leave me out of it.</span><br/><br/>They arrived at the hospital, and Rylie asked for her medical records for review. They'd be ready by the time she left at the end of her shift. Pointedly ignoring Kratos, she began her duties of organizing medical charts and pulling the ones that doctors would be needing. In her head though, her thoughts were raging.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I am me. Nobody else. So what if I look like someone he used to know? I'm not that person. I'm just Rylie. Little, left alone Rylie.</span>