forum Brainwashed (O/O) Closed

Started December 06, 2018 by Deleted user

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She narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips together. "That's… odd."

"Not just odd, scary!" He shivered. "It's such an unnatural color."

Dr. Vegran frowned. Her lips moved slowly but were void of words. "And you have no clue of her kidnappers' whereabouts?"

"No. Not even the police have tracked them down yet.", he said anxiously.

Dr. Vegran inhaled slowly. "It may take a long time… but I may be able to fix her."

"Fix her? You know what's wrong with her?" August didn't know wether to be afraid or relieved.

The doctor nodded. She took off her glasses and suddenly looked much younger and more tired. "Yes…"

"What is it?" He was dying to know. He looked over at Kate.

"It's the effects of a memory draining serum," the doctor said, walking over to Kate and looking down on her with remorse. "It specifically targets significant and personal memories, like friends, family, and significant others, but it leaves important and functional memories, like how to walk, speak, and swim. It's designed to wear down not only the person who is the victim, but the victims loved ones." Her voice was full of emotion.

"Can you give her back her memories?!" August filled with emotion. He needed Kate.

She closed her eyes and took a long breath. Her eyes opened, and she faced him. "I can try. As I said, it will take a while. There was one girl who already had this condition. Most of her memories were restored, but it took time, and not all of them had returned." Her face was etched with pain.

"Will she remember me?" There was a deep sadness in his eyes. He didn't meet eyes with the doctor out of fear that he'd cry.

"Chances are, she will since you were a very significant part of her life," she answered, biting the inside of her cheek to stay professional.

"Thank you. You don't know how good it is to hear that. How long until she will remember me?" Much of his anxiety vanished.

"There's no telling, but it should take at least a week to two weeks depending on how she reacts to the procedure." She inhaled shakily. Don't…

The doctor's nervousness rubbed off on him. "What procedure?", he asked quietly.

She pressed her lips together and looked at him. "The procedure we used for the other girl. Don't worry, it isn't harmful in anyway, I promise."

"What will you do to her? I have a say in what goes, right?" August was very protective of her.

"Of course. I'll run everything by you first," the doctor said honestly. "First, I'll need to know some things about her medically, then personally, if you don't mind providing that information. If we start with the basics, say… her favorite color, then it should be easier when it comes time to introduce her to you, her friends, and family."

"Okay. Her favorite color is teal." Will this work?

She scribbled it down. "Actually, if you could fill this out…" She searched for a paper in her folder and pulled it out to hand to him, "that would be very helpful."

August scanned the paper. He knew everything on here. "No problem. Can I borrow a pencil?", he asked.

She turned to get one and handed it to him. "Here. You can stay here or go out into the waiting room if you like."

"Alright.", he said. Name, age, relation to patient. He flew though the paper, realizing how much he knew about her.

Dr. Vegran absently paged through a thick looking file. Her eyes were glossed over, and she looked very tired.

"So how are you?", he asked the doctor, trying to start up a conversation. She seemed… sad? Exhausted?

She looked up at him, startled by his question. "Oh, I'm well, thank you." Her tone suggested blatantly otherwise.

"You sure?", he asked out of concern.

She looked away and brushed her hair behind her ear. "The other girl…" She paused for a minute in an attempt to collect herself. "The other girl that was diagnosed with this condition is my daughter."

The was silence for a minute. What was he supposed to say to her? The shock to him was apparent. "I-I'm sorry. I know how it feels. It's terrible.", he finally stuttered quietly, sadly. There was more to this than meets the eye.