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Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Parallel Lives chapter 34

For the second time that grey Monday, John found his consciousness surfacing, although he didn’t know it was the second time that day, or that it was Monday. Out of the ward window he could tell it was grey, though, with icy streaks of rain lashing against the pane in waves. The curtain alongside the plastic frame waved gently in and out revealing the poor fit of the window. The peach shapes had gone, replaced by black and green ones. John strained to remember what that memory was, he felt it was recent. But it could have another ‘memory’, more events and names to carry around, merging dreams and reality carelessly. A voice, a man’s, was calling him.
‘Good afternoon, Mr Staples, how are you feeling?’ Michael leaned towards John, staring intently into his eyes. The fog from around the edges receded a little and John could recognise the principle features of Michael’s face, the chubby fat around his jowls and the patchy whiskers extending from his sideburns.
‘Who are you?’ asked John, his mouth cracking with dryness.
‘My names Michael, and I’m one of your doctors. I’ve been reading your notes and your journal, I think we need to talk. I have a treatment I would like you to try,’ Michael smiled, perching himself on the edge of John’s bed. He had a preference to do this experiment with a semblance of agreement from John Staples. Naturally he couldn’t tell him all, nor could he indicate how long they would use him. Privately he would prefer to carry out a trial run, record and return him to his real life while the trial was evaluated. Ultimately he would like to include this man Staples in the experiments as a willing volunteer, on the payroll with clearly agreed time-scales. But he knew no man or woman would agree to what they wanted to do, for the time they would want to do it for. Nor would Martin entertain it, citing risk to the project. He looked at the expectant gaze on the man’s face, the sedatives slipping out of his bloodstream, down to the optimum level and constitution. He continued:
‘You have a form of schizophrenia, a very rare form. We can try and control it using medication, but first we need to try some regression methods to determine the best way ahead.’
‘Where’s Doctor Jackson?’ asked John, slowly comprehending the previous statement. He felt he should be concerned to be told he had a psychiatric condition but strangely he felt calm. He was unaware that part of the chemical cocktail he had been fed since his first meeting with Sam included drugs that reduced his stress levels.
‘He’s been called away to another patient, but he asked me to look after you in his absence.’ Michael cleared his throat before continuing, ‘we would like to start straight away, if it’s possible Mr Staples.’ John looked at the doctor sat on his bed and believed he had been told all he needed to know.
‘No problem,’ he said without hesitation, ‘what do we do?’


Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011

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