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more intense. I don’t know what to make of it, but she really thinks she’s close to remembering something.”
David shook his head, “Where will that leave you?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. I just want to help her.”
We were coming upon the emergency room waiting area. David stopped, crossed his arms, and shook his head.
“You need to take her to see a real doctor,” he argued.
“You are a real doctor,” Alex replied.
“You know what I mean,” David said, looking over at me nervously. He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Someone that can actually help her...A psychiatrist.”
Alex put his hands on his hips and shook his head, “I won’t do that to her. I can’t do that.”
I leaned against the wall, wishing the floor would just swallow me up. I hated that they were talking about me like I wasn’t even there and I hated it even more that Alex was going through so much trouble trying to help me figure out who I was.
“I don’t want to lose my job over this,” David hissed loudly.
“You won’t.”
“And what if I do?”
“If you get fired,” Alex said, “I’ll pay your salary until you find another position.”
That seemed to settle it. Within minutes we were on our way back down that narrow hall to the morgue and once again, I was stretched out on the gurney, trying not to think about the dead bodies in the wall, and listening to David’s instructions.
“Are you both sure you want me to do this then?” David asked.
“Don’t you think she deserves to know who she really is?” Alex said simply, smiling down at me.
David shook his head, “And what if it turns out she really is has a husband or something?”
“I’m willing to take that chance.”
David looked down at me, “What about you? Are you sure about this? Whatever caused your memory loss...”
“I know,” I said. “It might be bad.”
David shrugged, “Okay, here we go, but we have to hurry.”
“I don’t think this is something we should rush,” Alex frowned. “Why do we need to hurry?”
“It’s a full moon,” David said as if that should explain everything.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Alex asked
“You just need watch the door,” David said with a jerk of his chin. “More people die on full moons than other times. People will be coming in and out of here constantly.”
I looked up at him from my position on the gurney, “Do you really believe that?”
David smiled down at me, “Do you really believe that Alex is Tutankhamun?”
“Point taken...” I lay back again and closed my eyes.
“Okay Senna,” David said. “We’re going to step it up a little bit. I want you to go back, back to the most traumatic moment you can think of—”
“David!” I heard Alex call out.
“I’m trying to get the two of you some answers,” he said. “Now do you want me to do this or not?”
I could hear Alex stepping away and moving back toward the door. David leaned over me again, “Okay Senna, let’s start again. I want you to relax and just focus on your breathing.”
I breathed in and out slowly, feeling myself sink into my own skin. David cleared his throat, “Okay, show us, how bad was it?”
Chapter Fourteen
At first, I was staring up into nothing. Slowly, I began to see the paintings on the wall once more. They were swirling and changing shape as I tried to bring them in to focus.
Some of the paintings seemed to move, looking at me and blinking cartoonish eyes at me before taking their place on the wall once more. What was this? What was happening?
Suddenly, I was in the hall, looking up at a golden etching of Tutankhamun and I. It depicted the Pharaoh on his throne and I was sitting at his feet. Tutankhamun was giving me wine from his own hand and I touched his shoulder lovingly. I looked up at that carving not thinking of my husband, but of the long nights at his bedside praying that he would somehow survive.
And there, always lurking just in the
David shook his head, “Where will that leave you?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. I just want to help her.”
We were coming upon the emergency room waiting area. David stopped, crossed his arms, and shook his head.
“You need to take her to see a real doctor,” he argued.
“You are a real doctor,” Alex replied.
“You know what I mean,” David said, looking over at me nervously. He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Someone that can actually help her...A psychiatrist.”
Alex put his hands on his hips and shook his head, “I won’t do that to her. I can’t do that.”
I leaned against the wall, wishing the floor would just swallow me up. I hated that they were talking about me like I wasn’t even there and I hated it even more that Alex was going through so much trouble trying to help me figure out who I was.
“I don’t want to lose my job over this,” David hissed loudly.
“You won’t.”
“And what if I do?”
“If you get fired,” Alex said, “I’ll pay your salary until you find another position.”
That seemed to settle it. Within minutes we were on our way back down that narrow hall to the morgue and once again, I was stretched out on the gurney, trying not to think about the dead bodies in the wall, and listening to David’s instructions.
“Are you both sure you want me to do this then?” David asked.
“Don’t you think she deserves to know who she really is?” Alex said simply, smiling down at me.
David shook his head, “And what if it turns out she really is has a husband or something?”
“I’m willing to take that chance.”
David looked down at me, “What about you? Are you sure about this? Whatever caused your memory loss...”
“I know,” I said. “It might be bad.”
David shrugged, “Okay, here we go, but we have to hurry.”
“I don’t think this is something we should rush,” Alex frowned. “Why do we need to hurry?”
“It’s a full moon,” David said as if that should explain everything.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Alex asked
“You just need watch the door,” David said with a jerk of his chin. “More people die on full moons than other times. People will be coming in and out of here constantly.”
I looked up at him from my position on the gurney, “Do you really believe that?”
David smiled down at me, “Do you really believe that Alex is Tutankhamun?”
“Point taken...” I lay back again and closed my eyes.
“Okay Senna,” David said. “We’re going to step it up a little bit. I want you to go back, back to the most traumatic moment you can think of—”
“David!” I heard Alex call out.
“I’m trying to get the two of you some answers,” he said. “Now do you want me to do this or not?”
I could hear Alex stepping away and moving back toward the door. David leaned over me again, “Okay Senna, let’s start again. I want you to relax and just focus on your breathing.”
I breathed in and out slowly, feeling myself sink into my own skin. David cleared his throat, “Okay, show us, how bad was it?”
Chapter Fourteen
At first, I was staring up into nothing. Slowly, I began to see the paintings on the wall once more. They were swirling and changing shape as I tried to bring them in to focus.
Some of the paintings seemed to move, looking at me and blinking cartoonish eyes at me before taking their place on the wall once more. What was this? What was happening?
Suddenly, I was in the hall, looking up at a golden etching of Tutankhamun and I. It depicted the Pharaoh on his throne and I was sitting at his feet. Tutankhamun was giving me wine from his own hand and I touched his shoulder lovingly. I looked up at that carving not thinking of my husband, but of the long nights at his bedside praying that he would somehow survive.
And there, always lurking just in the
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