The Rhyme of the Depositary

NINES

Dr. Jack invited Alice to sit at his desk. He looked for a map among the pile of irregularly scattered maps on the shelf nearest them. After finding the thing he was looking for, he unsealed it and handed it to Alice.

"Because you're her potential fiance, I think you deserve to know the truth, Ms. White," said a man in his early sixties. Her hair has gone bald on several sides.

Alice receives the object Dr. Jacks. He stared incomprehensibly at the results of the CT scan in his hand.

"It belongs to your fiancee" he explained.

Alice stared at some images of the brain in black and white. He frowned and handed the CT scan back to Dr. Jacks.

"Can you explain it in a language I understand?" pinta Alice's.

Alice can read journal tables and balance sheets. But Alice could not transfer her ability to read the picture she had just seen. To Alice, the picture looked the same.

Dr. Jack chuckled, feeling funny with Alice's openness.

"Mrs. Mallory hit quite badly on his head, CT scans showed part of his brain had swelling and malfunctioning of several blood vessels. He had a concussion" he explained flatly, as if he was used to explaining the case every day.

"Is the wound bad? can he be healed?" Alice asked.

"Calm down Ms. Whites. The wound is recovering. All of his body functions are normal. Little by little I will reduce the dose of the anesthetic and he will regain consciousness. His brain condition will definitely return to healthy as before. You just need to do some therapy afterwards. You have to be patient, it just takes time. Most importantly he has passed his critical period very well" explained Dr. Jacks.

"Good." Alice was relieved.

"But the problem is, he was quite badly injured in the part of the brain that stores memory. Although it will gradually improve, but it does not rule out the possibility that he will lose some of his memory," explained Dr. Jack serious. He twirled the ballpoint pen around his fingers, trying to cover up the seriousness of the speaker.

"You mean he's gonna have amnesia?" Alice surprised.

"That's a possibility that still doesn't necessarily happen. I say this only so that you are ready to accept the worst if indeed the memory will be lost in part. If that happens, hopefully the amnesia is not too severe. So that it can heal as soon as possible."

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Two days passed without any significant progress from Anson. Alice and William always took turns looking after her. Hopefully if he wakes up at any time, there is someone accompanying Anson nearby.

This morning it was Alice's turn to take Anson. He brought a bouquet of roses and he put it on the corner of the room table, accompanied by two bouquets of flowers two days ago from him.

As usual, Alice tries to make a light conversation with Anson. Even if he has to monologue. Doesn't medical science say that the subconscious is capable of making sounds? It might have accelerated his consciousness.

After half an hour passed without development, Alice began to sleepy and intended to lay her head to the side of Anson's bed.

Anson's fingers seemed to be moving.

A one-time. Twice. Next and more intense. Alice strangled happily. He pushed the red button to call the doctor. I hope Anson really wakes up this time.

Next to Anson's normal eyes began to open slowly, he blinked his eyes adjusting to the new light shining on his pupils.

"Oh Anson's. You're up!" alice shouted in disbelief. He clasped tightly onto Anson's hand, squeezing her happily.

Anson looked at Alice with a look of confusion. He blinked his eyes a few times and asked in wonder.

"You who?"

Oh, my God. At that moment, if only the doctor had not immediately entered this room, Alice would have decayed in despair.

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