Dr Beck stopped the car as per request of his conscience, the good and reasonable part of his personality. Any normal person would be alarmed or disturbed by seeing another manifestation of himself sat in the passenger seat wearing a Hawaii top and drinking a cocktail, but Doctor Beck had seen and spoke to this hallucination many times before and was used to having him around. The psychosis was one of the only things that had kept him out of jail up until now, even though he very rarely listened to the advice his conscience had to offer.

He sat in the car with a white bandage wrapped round his head, his head was pounding and warm blood was trickling down his face despite the bandage. He got out of his car mid discussion and slammed the door as he argued with his conscience, trying to persuade his other self that the girls had indeed loved him and the situation could be resolved if he just turned back.
"How many times do you need to go through this?" His conscience snapped back with irritation. "How many women need to try and kill you before you realise you need to stay away from them?" Dr Beck watched his conscience standing on the opposite side of the car getting irritated with him. "And not just young women" His conscience continued "But alllll women shmuckface!" Dr Beck scowled at his conscience. "Do yourself a favour, no in fact do us all a favour, buy yourself a beach house and spend the rest of your days alone, you feel me alone!" His conscience snapped at him.

Dr Beck wasn't concerned by the fact he was talking to his good personality he had seen and talked to him often enough, but the fact that his conscience was telling him he needed to spend the rest of his retirement alone.
"No! no, no, no" Dr. Beck shouted with frustration stamping his feet and hitting the bonnet of the car with his fists, furious at the prospect of spending his retirement alone with no woman to love, but also realising what his conscience was saying was right. When he was fixated with a woman he got out of control and he knew one day it would result in him spending his life in prison. And living free alone was surely better than prison right?
"That's it I'm leaving you here, I'm done with you" Dr Beck shouted at his other personality standing opposite him. "And if you think for one millisecond I'm giving up on love you're wrong my friend, because she's out there, my baby's out there and I'm going to find her" Dr Beck shouted, angrily pointing at his good self, then getting into his car and driving off, leaving his conscience on the side of the road with his cocktail.

He groaned in pain and hissed as he gently touched his forehead as he drove down the road. 'Sophie and Melissa had got him good, damn a gun barrel to the face hurts'. He thought to himself. He had been sure Melissa had loved him, God Dammit why did she do that to him? Why did she betray him? He tried to convince himself that she had indeed loved him and if he went back they could work things out, that it had just been Sophie that had manipulated and tricked her. but even without his pills he knew that wasn't realistic.

As Dr. Beck drove he began to feel very light headed, his head was swimming and his eyesight was becoming blurry. He knew he must have concussion, hardly surprising after all he'd been through. 'The things I do for love' he laughed to himself. But suddenly the world went black, the car swerved as he slipped into unconsciousness and crashed into a tree. Dr. Becks head was violently thrown forward, the last thing he heard was a hissing noise as smoke escaped the bent bonnet of the car.

Samantha frowned as she noticed the car wreckage at the side of the road, she hadn't noticed it when she had drove down this road earlier to visit her parents; in fact she was pretty sure it hadn't been there. She hoped that everyone was ok and they had already been taken by the paramedics but she had to make sure, Samantha couldn't just drive off without knowing if there was still someone hurt inside. She pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a ponytail and got out the car to check it out, that way if she did find someone hurt her hair wouldn't get in the way and impair her vision.

She rushed over to the car, praying that it was empty but immediately sprung into action when she saw someone was sat in the driver's seat.
"Hello, hello can you hear me?" She called seeing Dr Beck unconscious with his head resting on the steering wheel. Gently she put two fingers on his neck to check there was a pulse and gave a sigh of relief when she found one. "Can you hear me?" She called loudly, slowly moving his head to the side to face her. He groaned in pain, he opened his eyes but his eyes were blurry and he was spaced out. "I'm going to call an ambulance ok?"
"No…no… ambulance" He managed to whispered, barely conscious. Samantha reached into his shirt pockets trying to find any form of ID, she found his wallet and looked at his driver's licence. "Dr. Albert Beck" It read. She knew now that not wanting an ambulance made sense, all doctors had an aversion to being treated by other doctors and they made the worse patients.

Samantha sighed with frustration realising now this was going to be more difficult.
"Right doctor Beck we're going to have to get you out of this car" She said reaching over and unclipping his seatbelt. He groaned and nodded, struggling to keep conscious his eyes unable to focus on anything, everything was a blur. Samantha pulled his arm over her neck "One, two, three stand!" She exclaimed taking the brunt of his weight as he struggled to stand and step out of the car.

Dr Beck let out a loud cry of pain as he stumbled out of the car and limped; Samantha almost collapsed under his weight but managed to stay upright. She could tell he was close to unconsciousness as they staggered to the car.
"Stay awake Dr Beck, stay with me!" She kept saying with encouragement, knowing if he went down there was no way she'd be able to get him back up. Carefully she got him in the passenger seat of her car and gave a groan with exhaustion as he slumped into the seat and immediately slipped into unconsciousness, she knew if he wouldn't go hospital than there was only one place he could go… her home.