I do not own any characters, Revenge belongs to ABC and the Count of Monte Crisito belongs to Alexandre Dumas and his descendants.
As Emily and Daniel went on their date, Emily's thoughts kept on wondering back to the strange man that washed up in her backyard. Normally she didn't think about people who weren't involved in her revenge, and yet this man had caught her attention. An unusually strong desire to learn everything she could about this man had overtaken her and she didn't know why.
"Emily? Emily? Are you okay?" asked Daniel interrupting her.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just still shaken up by that the man appearance outside my house." Emily replied. "I'm just wondering if he's okay."
"Maybe we can go visit him in the hospital and see if they'll let us see him." Daniel offered. "Besides, you saved his life. At the very least you deserve to know if he's okay." He added.
Meanwhile back the hospital, Edmond Dantes, the Count of Monte Cristo was slowly opening his eyes. Instead of finding himself back in his bedroom, he found himself in another room with those strange orbs of light that appeared to be attached to the ceiling. Feeling frightened, Edmond attempted to leap off the bed, only to realize that his arms and legs have been tied down. The Count's fear only escalated as he struggled to free himself from his bed, but his efforts were in vain.
I'm in a asylum. Edmond thought with horror. I've been imprisoned an otherworldly asylum!
His fear almost consumed him, but then he remembered his time in the Chatau d'ff and how he almost his despair destroyed him.
No, I will not allow my fear to destroy me. Not then and especially not now. Edmond vowed.
With that he decided to lie still in the hopes that someone would come into this room and explain where he was and what is going on.
Meanwhile Emily and Daniel had arrived to the hospital at that same moment.
As Emily walked inside the room, her gears had started to roll just in case they didn't let her see him.
As the couple reached the receptionist, Emily cleared her throat and politely said "Excuse me, but I can I talk to you for a moment?"
Looking up for her list, the receptionist replied with "Can I help you?"
Playing the part of a concern citizen Emily inquired "Umm...yes. My name is Emily Thorne. I'm the owner of the house where John Doe washed up on. I was wondering if relatives his have come forward or if any new information has appeared?"
The receptionist looked at her and said "Hmmm...that was a wonderful thing you did Miss. Thorne, saving that man's life."
"I just did what anyone else would've done." Emily sheepishly.
"However, I can't give you any information as that violates hospital-patient privilege." The receptionist explained.
"Can I at least see him?" Emily asked.
"I'm sorry, when John Doe woke up he had a nervous breakdown and had to placed in solitary confinement." The receptionist.
"What? Why?" Both Emily and Daniel said at once.
"To keep him for hurting himself and the rest of the patients and the doctors." The receptionist explained. Then she checked herself and said "I said too much already, why don't you go home and I'll call you the moment he's out of solitary confinement."
"Thanks for your time." Emily said politely. With that, Emily and Daniel left the hospital.
"I wonder what could've happened that caused him to freak out like that." Emily mused.
"Either he got hit in the head that made him crazy or he was always crazy." Daniel offered. "Anyway, why don't we take our minds off this and go have fun at the beach." He offered.
Emily smiled, but on the inside her mind was planning a way to get access to the records of John Doe.
Why am I doing this? He has nothing to do with my revenge? Is this because I understand his fear and confusion? Emily wondered.
Meanwhile back at Grayson manor, Victoria was waiting for the information about John Doe to arrive. She didn't know why, but the mysterious man reminded her of Emily for some reason and that got her attention.
To pass the time, she decided to watch QVC to see if they were selling anything today. After several hours had passed and she found something she liked, the Queen bee's cell rang.
"Hello?" Victoria answered.
"Victoria, I looked into that guy who washed up on the shore...and you're not going to like what I've found." Answered the voice of the Queen bee's spy.
"Who is he?" Victoria questioned as she sat up.
"And sadly I still don't know. I've had my people look through the Internet, the citizen registry, and traveling records. Still we can't find anything on this guy, no health insurance, no bank accounts, no recent shopping, no friends, no family, no nothing!" The spy cried out in frustration.
"What!" Victoria shouted in disbelief.
"Victoria, what's wrong?" called out her husband Conrad from downstairs
Realizing that her husband had returned home from work,Victoria quickly answered with "Nothing Conrad, a friend had to cancel plans with me."
"Alright, just be less loud next time." Conrad called up from downstairs.
Victoria then placed the phone to her ear and whispered "Continue to search harder and don't call me until you find at least one bit of information on the John Doe of the Hamptons."
With that she hung up her cell, and resumed watching QVC.
Sometime later Edmond Dates was awaken from his sleep as a black woman entered his room with a trail of food, Edmond asked "Where am I?" in his native French.
The woman looked confused, before she replied in English "I'm sorry. I don't speak French."
Then the Count of Monte Cristo tried again with "Do you speak English?"
The woman replied with "Yes, can you remember anything that happened last night? Can you tell me your name?"
Edmond paused as he thought over his answer. He knew he couldn't tell this woman, even if he wasn't an escaped prisoner, he had vowed never to go by that name again...at least until his vengeance was complete. So he replied with "I can't remember."
"Your name or what happened last night?" The woman replied.
"Both." Edmond answered.
"Well we didn't find any signs of trauma on your brain scans…" the woman started to say, but Edmond replied with "You scanned my brain?! How's that possible?!"
As he sat up with shock or more accurately attempted to sit up, the count added "What is scanning?"
At this the hospital worker, didn't know whether to feel worried or laugh.
Changing the subject, the woman said "I've brought you lunch, do you like chocolate pudding?"
What kind of world have I landed in? Edmond wondered. I need to escape from this nightmarish place and return back to Paris where things make sense!
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