Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 21:03:51</strong>
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				The steady beeping sound was the first thing she'd heard when she woke up. As her eyes fluttered open she saw the harsh white lights of the room, the machinery with wires that she was attached to, and a man sleeping in a chair on the far side of the room. She sat up and pulled the tube from her nose that she supposed was giving her oxygen, but she didn't need it. She looked around for someone who might explain what had happened, why she was in the hospital and if she was alright.<br><br>"Excuse me....Excuse me.."<br><br>She tried to wake the man sleeping in the chair. Perhaps he was a doctor, an officer? She raised her voice again to try to get his attention and when that failed, she found the nurse call button and pushed on it a few times.<br><br>"Well you're finally awake"<br><br>"Finally? How long was I..."<br><br>"Just a day, but you gave your husband quite a scare"<br><br>"My husband?"<br><br>The nurse gestured to the man sleeping on the chair. When the patient showed no signs of recollection, she pursed her lips before she turned to leave the room and fetch the doctor, something didn't seem quite right.<br><br>Reaching over to the front of her bed, the woman grabbed the chart that was there to see what it said. She felt fine, though tired, and didn't want to be kept in the dark about her own condition. It said she was brought in after a boating accident and had nearly drowned, that the EMT was unable to revive her, though she was breathing on her own. It said her name was Katherine Davis. Was it the wrong the chart? She put it down as she saw the man start to wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 06:03:02</strong>
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				Sleep was never easy for Jason, and now it was fitful at best. After the accident, he’d managed to haul his Katherine up and get her here… albeit barely. However much she’d annoyed him, she was his wife and he loved her. And as long as they were uncertain in any way about her condition, Jason could get no sleep. It was only when she herself was resting peacefully that Jason sank into nightmares where Katherine was being pulled away by something terrible, and he could not save her because she was either shouting at him or her arms were too limp to reach him.<br><br>He woke slowly, her nagging getting less and less distinct, until she only said “Excuse me! Excuse me!”…<br><br>Suddenly his eyes flew open. After a moment, his jaw followed suit. “…Kathy?” He pulled himself up out of his chair as soon as he could. “My god, Kathy, you’re okay! Thank god….”<br><br>Jason stood by her bedside, reaching down to clasp her hand. “When did you wake up? How do you feel? Did the nurse give you any trouble?”<br><br>In his mind, Jason replayed the accident again and again – the crash, the noise… how he’d only heard her screaming when the other sounds fell silent. Then again, she’d been the one that—no, no. It doesn’t matter what she did. Don’t blame her for anything, Jason. Just be glad she’s alive.<br><br>And he was… and then he saw her eyes – blank and not understanding. Something was wrong. Was he dreaming still? Did those damn doctors do something to his Katherine? If they did…<br><br>“Kathy?” he heard himself saying. “Katherine, what’s wrong?” He gripped her hand insistently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 19:57:02</strong>
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				A small bubble of panic welled up inside of her as this man kept throwing question at her one after the other. While she couldn't for the life of her recall why she was in the hospital, obviously a poor one if they had the wrong chart by her bed, or how she had gotten here, but she was certain this man wasn't someone she knew. Yet, here he was talking to her as if he knew her, the nurse had referred to him as her husband, but why?<br><br>She pulled her hand out of his and edged a bit further away from him on the bed as she tried to piece together what had happened. Ignoring the man now completely, she closed her eyes and tried to think. Every time she thought she was on the verge of answering one of her questions, the answer slipped away from her. She couldn't hold on to a piece of it. <br><br>Opening her eyes again she looked over at the man beside her bed. <br><br>"I'm sorry, but why do you keep calling me Kathy, my name is.....well...my name is..."<br><br>Wait, she should know this, her name was not something you were supposed to have to stop and think about. It was because she was upset, that was it, that was the only logical reason she couldn't think of her name just then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:28:15</strong>
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				Jason’s brows furrowed; something was definitely wrong. For one, he couldn’t for his life remember the last time his wife had apologized without prodding. “It’s Katherine, honey. Katherine Davis. I’d never forget your name in a million years.” He smiled, though there was a nervous sort of strain behind it as his hand stroked over the back of hers. “You don’t need to worry, Kathy. It’s me. Jason’s here.”<br><br>He stayed there for a long moment before looking directly into her eyes – clouded as they were. “I’ll only be a moment, honey… I’ve gotta tell the nurse you’re up. Gotta tell the doctors. Something’s…..” his words trailed off into a mutter meant more for his mind than anyone’s ears. “I’ll be right back, Kathy. Promise. I’m not gonna leave you.” And with that, Jason stepped back, glancing over her form once more before dashing through the door to call for someone, anyone on duty.<br><br>He quietly closed the door behind him so as not to alarm her… and then bustled off to the nearest hospital staff he could find. “Hey! Hey, look. I’m with the patient in room 12… she’s awake. Get the doctor. I want to make sure she’s completely fine. Do it,” he said to forestall any disagreement. He was paying this place exorbitantly anyway, since insurance – a bitch as always – decided to cover only the very barest damages; he might as well wring his money’s worth out of them. After all, if he’d paid for anything by this much before the accident, Kathy would have thrown a fit. He just hoped she’d understand when it came to her health.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 20:58:00</strong>
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				None of this was making any sense to Katherine. Her name wasn't familiar to her, the man who was with her was not familiar at all even though the nurse had claimed he was her husband. Obviously some sort of joke was being played on her, though she couldn't figure out what that was or why. <br><br>When she looked down at her hand, she noticed that there was a white line on her hand on her ring finger where a wedding band would be. She looked around the room once that man had left and saw on the floor near the chair where he'd been sitting, a plastic bag with what was presumably her things. She got out of the bed and grabbed the plastic bag and took it back to the bed with her. <br><br>Upending its contents on the bed, she found a purse that held a wallet that had several pictures of her and, what was the mans name? Jason? She didn't feel like she should be married to a Jason, she didn't feel like a Katherine either for that matter.<br><br>There were more credit cards than she think of what to do with to some very nice stores, obviously she was not hurting for money.&nbsp; There was a makeup kit, perfume, an assortment of aspirins, acid pills, bandaids and other first aid things, a few scarves, and a day planner. <br><br>She put it all down and laid back down on the bed, feeling a little lightheaded. Maybe, she thought, if she could fall asleep, when she woke up, things would start to make a little more sense to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 22:33:01</strong>
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				After a long while, the door slid open, and Jason entered, his eyes deep-set in concern. He was followed by two doctors and the nurse that had seen her wake. The first doctor to enter, an aging man with a well-groomed silver beard and thin glasses, crouched by the bedside and nodded. “And you found her such when you woke?”<br><br>“I did,” replied Jason, one hand nervously clenching and unclenching around the bar at the foot of the bed nervously. “She doesn’t remember her name…. and I don’t think she remembers me.”<br><br>The doctor frowned, glancing up at the monitors beside the patient. “Her signs are normal – physically, at least, she appears fine. I’d have kept her here another night or so anyway to make sure… but this is disturbing news. Mrs. Davis?” he asked, turning to face her, his voice softer and gentler – almost grandfatherly. “My name is Dr. Alan Hirsch. This is Dr. Deborah Kauffmann—“ the other doctor, a middle-aged woman with stern features, nodded her head. “—and Kirsten is your nurse.” The nurse smiled and nodded also. “We’re here to help you… and your husband has told us that you’re having some difficulties. Can you tell me what they are? Or how you feel in general?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:32:58</strong>
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				Katherine sat there and listened as the doctor droned on about who he was and the rest of the staff that was with him. Se listened to him tell her how he was there to help her, however she didn't know how much she believed that, since she had nothing to base it on. She didn't recognize the man they kept calling her husband and she was certain there had to be some spark of recognition if she were truly married to the man, but for what purpose would they all be lying? She could feel herself becoming anxious, but felt it was better to try to answer their questions and get out of here then to stay in this state of confusion. She kept glancing between the doctor and the supposed husband before she spoke. <br><br>"I feel alright, well a bit of a headache, but other than that, I feel alright"<br><br>She looked back at Jason again looking desperately for some sign, some spark, just something that felt familiar, but there was nothing. Should she be apologetic for that? It wasn't something she could help, but knew that no husband would take well to knowing their wife didn't recognize them, if she believed he was her husband that was. <br><br>"I just....I don't....I'm sorry, but I just don't know you"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 00:20:39</strong>
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				Jason sighed, and there was a brief moment when he appeared entirely shattered and crestfallen. Then Dr. Hirsch shook his head. “Hrrmmmm. Not yet, Mr. Davis. Not yet. This is still within our realm of expertise.” He smiled again at Katherine before continuing. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, Mr. Davis, don’t worry. If indeed what we suspect is true, there is a rather high probability of reversing the condition.”<br><br>As he was speaking to Jason, Dr. Kauffmann approached the patient. She did not crouch, as Dr. Hirsch had; she merely stared down and spoke from where she was. “What <em>do</em> you remember, Mrs. Davis? Tell me what the last thing you remember is from before waking up here. I don’t care when it is from, whether a week ago, before what brought you here, twenty years ago…”<br><br>“Now, Mr. Davis,” whispered Dr. Hirsch in the background, “do you have any children? Do you know her parents very well? Anything you have with you that might help jog her memory would be instrumental. Her own possessions do not seem to.”<br><br>Without any hesitation, Jason reached into his pocket and fumbled around for his wallet. “I do, somewhere… here, just give me a—god, I need a smaller wallet—<em>there</em> we go.” He grasped it in triumph for a brief second before flipping it open. “Here, see… our wedding photo. I’ve a miniature in here. And one of her from the second anniversary of when we first met, right before I proposed…” His voice rose in pitch, if not in volume, and his hands began to shake. Dr. Hirsch placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.<br><br>“Don’t worry, Mr. Davis. These will be very helpful, one way or another. We’ll do everything we can to help her. She’ll be all right yet.” He turned back to the patient, listening quietly to her answers to Dr. Kauffmann.
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				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 15:37:18</strong>
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				While Katherine appreciated Dr. Hirsch's calm and patient demeanor, she instantly took a disliking to Dr. Kauffmann. There was something about the woman that was grating on her nerves, as if she was doubtful of her inability to recall who Jason was, or for that matter who she herself was. <br><br>Between the confusion she felt from all these people standing over her, expecting something from her that she didn't know how to give, this woman expecting, no demanding answers, and the fervent desire to have something be familiar, it was more than she could handle. <br><br>She tried to focus mainly on the man who they kept insisting was her husband. She wanted to close her eyes and open them, see someone she knew she'd had a life with, someone that she knew she'd had a history with, instead of this stranger who made her feel completely uncomfortable. Did he blame her for not remembering him? Was this doctor standing there waiting for answer looking for some sign that she was lying about all this for the attention?<br><br>"I don't know, everything is all jumbled. I don't know what I remember because I don't know what I forgot"<br><br>Katherine was starting to get agitated while she spoke. How could she answer a question like that? She knew what year it was, she knew who was president, she knew who was winning on the latest reality television show, but she didn't know her own name, and she didn't know the people that were in her life.
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				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 02:17:37</strong>
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				In a heartbeat Jason was at her side again, holding her hand. “Shhhh….. it’s okay, Kathy. It’s okay. We’ll figure things out step by step… help you remember, make some new memories… it’s okay. No one’s against you.”<br><br>As he crouched and clasped her hand, Dr. Hirsch glanced over the pictures Jason had shown him. “Your husband is right, Mrs. Davis. Nobody is angry at you or upset with you. We’re just concerned about your health. Now tell me… do any of these photographs mean anything to you?”He handed her the wallet, his voice as calm as ever. “It’s all right. Take your time.” When it was evident that no answer was forthcoming, however, Dr. Hirsch glanced meaningfully at Dr. Kauffmann. “When you are done with that, you may hand it back to your husband. We’ll ask you a few simple questions, run a couple of quick tests to make sure that there’s no damage to your cognitive capabilities. After all, you’ve been through quite the ordeal.”<br><br>The two doctors stepped out for a moment, and Jason was left alone with his wife and with Kirsten, the nurse. Jason gave her a quick, strained smile, before turning to the nurse, still holding Kathy’s hand. “What is it? What do they think it is?”<br><br>“I’m not at liberty to tell you anything,” Kirsten apologized, shrugging “even if I knew their theories. I can, however, say that it is not uncommon for a person who has been through a terrible shock to repress the memory to help deal with the trauma. If that is the case, it would pass in time as the person recovered.”<br><br>In a few moments, the doctors returned, bringing with them a machine of sorts; this bore electrodes, which they placed on Kathy’s forehead. Dr. Hirsch explained in his quiet manner that they were going to monitor her brain waves as they talked. He asked her a few simple mathematical questions, a couple about current events… and then he encouraged Jason to talk to her. Jason had little to say, and when she started getting agitated – and thus changing her brainwaves – they stopped and removed the machine.<br><br>Dr. Hirsch heaved a sigh. “I’m afraid, Mr. Davis, that your wife has temporary retrograde amnesia. Don’t worry; we believe it <em>is</em> temporary. It’s a coping mechanism to deal with a great amount of stress put on the brain by a traumatic event – something like Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, but less long-term and for lesser trauma. In effect, your brain decides it’s not ready to bother thinking about something, and shoves the information into a box in the attic to reopen later.”<br><br>“But how is it cured, Dr. Hirsch?” Jason asked quietly, the worry creases dominating his features.<br><br>“With time and rest.” Dr. Kauffmann began writing something on a small pad of paper as she spoke. “We recommend that you both take time off from your employments and take a prolonged vacation. Somewhere warm and secluded, perhaps. You will ensure that she gets plenty of rest and is undisturbed by anything relating to work or the accident. Take up a new hobby; spend some quality time.”<br><br>Dr. Hirsch’s hand came to rest on Jason’s shoulder. “In short… you will take your wife somewhere to recover. You will help her remember who she is and who you are – but try not to have her do anything strenuous. And stay with her; your presence may help jog her memory. The prescription Dr. Kauffmann is writing will cover a short period of time… within the next couple days, Mr. Davis, I suggest you contact your employers and negotiate more. The duration of this vacation is indeterminate.”<br><br>“However long it takes for my Kathy to get better,” Jason said firmly.<br><br>“I will be honest with you, Mr. Davis. It is possible, however unlikely, that she may never fully regain her memories prior to the accident.”<br><br>Jason swallowed hard, clutching her hand. “I know,” he said finally. “We’ll just have to make some new ones.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 15:47:13</strong>
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				Relax? Take it easy? How was she supposed to relax when her entire world was gone? The fact that they kept talking about her like she wasn't in the room was also starting to grate on her nerves. She wanted to shout at them to talk to her, tell her what was going on, this was her life, her body, her memories that she couldn't seem to piece together, but they were talking to some man. Yes, she knew they kept telling her he was her husband, but he may as well have been a stranger off the street for all she felt when she looked at him, which was to say nothing.<br><br>"I don't understand Dr. Hirsch, how will running away into seclusion help me get my memories back? Wouldn't being around people and places that are part of my every day life help better? This doesn't make any sense to me at all!"<br><br>She pulled her hand free from the man who was holding it. She could tell he was feeling something fairly strong, but whether it was confusion, anger or worry she wasn't entirely sure. Shouldn't she be able to look at her husbands face and know what he was feeling or thinking?<br><br>Sitting up further in the bed, she leaned forward and grabbed the folder with the pictures inside of it. She wanted to see what he was looking, not just be told things. The movement however caused a wave of dizziness to take over and she was forced to lay back down on the bed.
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				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 19:59:56</strong>
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				Jason’s hand trailed up to her head and smoothed her hair as opened the folder and handed her the contends, waiting silently. Dr. Hirsch sighed, and it was Dr. Kauffmann that responded. “If you cannot remember such things as your husband, I do not think that other ordinary surroundings would help. It would only increase the trauma and the stress on your mind to overcome that trauma. It would be better to be somewhere without stresses to allow the walls your trauma has put up to fall naturally instead of forcing them down.”<br><br>“What she means to say,” added Dr. Hirsch, “is that being in your ordinary environment would stress the part of your mind that <em>does</em> remember as it tries to help the rest of your mind remember. We don’t want that. We want you to be as unstressed as possible. The less stressed you are, the easier it will be for your mind to recover from the trauma of the accident… and only once that has happened will your memory return – and it will do so, slowly, but naturally and unhindered.”<br><br>A smile graced Jason’s features – a strained smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Away from work and relatives and everything… a place to rest. Anywhere in particular we should go?”<br><br>“Somewhere warm. Somewhere with not a lot of tourist attractions. Your wife needs rest more than anything. However… I do recommend that you, at least, be there to help her recovery. For once the trauma is dealt with, you will have to coax her memory out again.”<br><br>Jason nodded resolutely. “I will do anything for her.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:38:07</strong>
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				Katherine couldn't help the glare that she had towards Dr. Kauffmann. There was something about the woman that was setting her teeth on edge and she wanted the woman to leave, doctor or not.&nbsp; She may not have liked everything that Dr. Hirsch had to say, but at least his bedside manner kept her at ease. <br><br>"If you'll do anything for me, ask her to leave. She's making this worse, not better. Please, I'll try to stay calm if she goes. Please."<br><br>She'd already figured out that the doctors weren't going to deal with her, they were speaking primarily to Jason about her, but not addressing her directly, so if she wanted that woman out, it would have to come from him. If she was supposed to be kept calm and not get upset, than she needed people around her who weren't causing her severe aggravation. <br><br>Katherine didn't necessarily agree with their assessment either. The idea of forcing the memories to come back sounded good to her, but she wasn't a doctor, at least not that she knew of, and supposed she'd have to take their word on what was best, but why couldn't she get even a feeling from being near Jason. They were married, she was told, so where was that instant connection she should have felt?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 10:35:57</strong>
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				Jason gave her an odd look, but nodded before turning to the doctors and shrugging apologetically. Dr. Hirsch tried to intercede with the knowledge that they were both only trying to help… but, oddly enough, it was Dr. Kauffmann herself that nodded curtly and left. Jason couldn’t tell if she was hurt or not.<br><br>Once she was gone, though, Dr. Hirsch crouched by the bedside. “In all honesty, Mrs. Davis, we’d like to keep you here to make certain that there are no other issues – run an MRI over a night or two, among other things, to make sure that now that you’re awake you stay stable… but once we’re sure of that, you’re free to go. Come morning two days from now, with any luck I’ll have a prescription sitting on my desk for you for nothing but pure relaxation somewhere in the tropics.”<br><br>Jason smiled wanly as he held her hand. “Hear that, Kathy? We can take that vacation we’d wanted.” Thinking back to their honeymoon, Jason sighed softly. How they’d wanted to take a long vacation to enjoy it… but their jobs along with current prices had prevented them. They’d ended up not really going anywhere, and as far as he knew she still blamed him for it. “Is there a place you’d recommend?”<br><br>Dr. Hirsch smiled. “There might be. I’d have to think, but I can try to suggest a location for your all-expenses-paid R&amp;R.”<br><br>“All exp…” Jason fell silent.<br><br>“Well, yes. At least, so long as there’s a prescription. Plus,” he said, turning to whisper in Jason’s ear, “this is an interesting case study, if I may speak objectively. I can get a grant to fund the airfare and daily needs while you two are off of work… and I might have a colleague willing to share a timeshare or a summer home if I can’t get mine ready in time.”<br><br>Jason blinked; if all doctors were like this Dr. Hirsch, the medical world would be revolutionized and nobody would be lacking health care. It didn’t even register that it might be too good to be true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:03:50</strong>
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				All sorts of warning bells were going off in her mind as she listened to the prescribed treatment. Something about this didn't sound quite right to her, but she had a feeling if she voiced her concerns, they'd be brushed aside or they would tell her something that she wanted to hear just to keep her quiet and calm. The truth was, a little R&amp;R would be welcome, though she wasn't thrilled with the idea of staying in the hospital a few more days and having tests done. She wondered briefly if she'd always had an uncomfortable feeling around doctors or hospitals, though she imagined if was a common thing. <br><br>"Is it really necessary that I stay here? Can't I have the tests done as an out patient?"<br><br>She would do whatever they wanted if they let her leave the hospital. It was too sterile and white and uncomfortable. She didn't feel that she had any real privacy to speak to Jason and see if she could force herself to remember something about him, even a feeling or sense that she knew him. <br><br>"I'll stay in bed at home, I won't push anything, but I know I'd be more comfortable elsewhere. How much rest can I really get with nurses Nada doctors coming in and out, the buzzing of the machines, and all the other background noise. I doubt I'd be able to sleep a wink. What do you think Doctor Hirsch? Can I go home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Alexys Zephyrai</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:53:15</strong>
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				The doctor frowned, deep in thought for a long moment as Jason watched anxiously. At length, he stood, hands clasped behind his back – though one of them did make its way up to rub his beard now and again. “That….. is inadvisable. I am afraid you would strain your body overmuch. We’d wanted to run things overnight while you slept – get you out of here as fast as possible, no? We can’t get an accurate reading for brain waves for this unless you’re in a sleep state, and we can’t induce that medically for the tests we want to run. But,” he continued, now scratching his cheek in consideration, the mental battle in his mind evident. “If you are really that set on going home, I suppose we can—“<br><br>“Dr. Hirsch,” butted Jason, to the surprise of both of them.<br><br>“Yes, Mr. Davis? What can I do for you?”<br><br>“I’d like her to be home tonight. If the hospital environment is stressing her out, then there’s no way you could get a background reading anyway. What if…. Kathy, tell me if this isn’t okay… what if we went home for the night and came back tomorrow? I promise to keep things as gentle as I can. I’ll take care of her, I promise.”<br><br>“I don’t doubt that, Mr. Davis, but—“<br><br>Jason, having gained a little ground, stood firm. “She wants to go home. Why not give her a chance to rest tonight? When I take her back tomorrow we’ll all be a little more rested, hm? Less tension in the air. Who knows? Perhaps the house will spur something – and I promise I’ll give you a full update on everything when we come back tomorrow, since I’m guessing you don’t do house calls.”<br><br>It was another long moment before Dr. Hirsch responded. “You’re right, Mr. Davis. Unfortunately, I am unable to do house calls, more’s the pity. But I think I can convince Dr. Kaufmann of the merits of your proposal. Does that work for you, Mrs. Davis?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Treachery of a Silenced Mind (Lord Alexys Zephyrai &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 19:04:05</strong>
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				"Why is up to Dr. Kaufmann? I don't want her attending me, I don't want her treating me and I certainly don't want decisions about me made by her. I'm sure she's a fine doctor but she makes me very tense and I know that cant be good for the recovery can it?"<br><br>She could feel her blood pressure rising and a slight pounding in her head came along with it. Lying back down in the bed, she closed her eyes for a minute trying to calm herself. Just because she'd lost her memories, which was traumatic enough and causing her no small about of distress, didn't mean that she'd lost her ability to think and reason. The fact was, she could just as easily refuse medical treatment from them and check herself out of the hospital, they couldn't keep her here against her will.<br><br>"I want to go home, you cant keep me here if I really want to go, so why cant we leave it that I'll come back in the morning? Please Dr. Hirsch, I need to be around something that might be familiar to me, cant you understand that?"<br><br>Looking over to Jason, her eyes were silently pleading with him to make sure that she got out of there. She didn't feel even the slightest bit of familiarity from him, but she could sense his concern for her, and that was enough she thought, that he might be willing to really push to make this happen.
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