A 10-year-old boy-Ask the doctor who you are
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"No, those don't seem any more right than Jimmy does. Besides, the cute lady over there seems to like to call me that," you add, pointing at the redhead, "and she looks so much nicer when she's smiling, so let's not make her sad or anything. I'll be Jimmy." | "No, those don't seem any more right than Jimmy does. Besides, the cute lady over there seems to like to call me that," you add, pointing at the redhead, "and she looks so much nicer when she's smiling, so let's not make her sad or anything. I'll be Jimmy." | ||
| - | Almost as if she | + | Almost as if she is following a script you wrote, the redhead goes, "Oh my God! He doesn't remember me. Do you think he has amnesia, Doctor?" |
"Temporary memory loss isn't uncommon with such severe head injuries, Miss O'Shannon. "In most cases, the loss is neither permanent nor long lasting. We'll just have to see how it plays out. As you're aware, his MRI's been fine and there doesn't seem to be any further sign of trauma for weeks." | "Temporary memory loss isn't uncommon with such severe head injuries, Miss O'Shannon. "In most cases, the loss is neither permanent nor long lasting. We'll just have to see how it plays out. As you're aware, his MRI's been fine and there doesn't seem to be any further sign of trauma for weeks." | ||
Revision as of 20:35, 10 March 2016
You actually feel great, far better than you did before the strange man showed up in your room, but you also realize that the nice looking redhead with the anxious look on her pretty face is going to expect you to know a lot of things that you have no clue about, and telling the truth would just result in you getting transferred to a nice padded room where you get the cool drugs. Hoping you can really sell it, you decide you're going to have to pretend to have amnesia in order to get them to fill you in on your new life. "I feel awesome!" you say, resisting the urge to ogle Nurse Heather, your reason for feeling particularly awesome. "So maybe you could tell me what I'm doing in a hospital? And why everyone keeps calling me Jimmy? Is that my name?"
As if on cue, the redhead gasps in shock, while Heather looks at you in surprise, likely surprised that you hadn't brought up something about this sooner, and Doctor Winslow looks at you with concern. "Why, what do you think your name is?" the doctor asks.
"I don't know; I guess Jimmy's fine with me if that's what everyone wants to call me."
"Do you prefer something more mature, like Jim or James? Is that what you're saying?"
"No, those don't seem any more right than Jimmy does. Besides, the cute lady over there seems to like to call me that," you add, pointing at the redhead, "and she looks so much nicer when she's smiling, so let's not make her sad or anything. I'll be Jimmy."
Almost as if she is following a script you wrote, the redhead goes, "Oh my God! He doesn't remember me. Do you think he has amnesia, Doctor?"
"Temporary memory loss isn't uncommon with such severe head injuries, Miss O'Shannon. "In most cases, the loss is neither permanent nor long lasting. We'll just have to see how it plays out. As you're aware, his MRI's been fine and there doesn't seem to be any further sign of trauma for weeks."
O'Shannon. It sounds like a Irish surname. So your name, as far as you know, is James "Jimmy" O'Shannon. You file that away in your mind for later. You'll need to remember as many details of this boy's life as you can since you can't keep going on with the amnesia trick forever. You also might want to crack down on why the mysterious man who came to you chose you and this boy to give you a new life. The thought might fill you with guilt and dread but you can't ignore it for long.
You just might have stolen this boy's life.
Do you:
