Ch. 2

Chibs was stunned.

"What do ya mean? Ya know who I am!"

Tig shook his head again.

"I don't even know who I am. I can't know who you are."

Chib's jaw dropped.

"Ya... Yer serious? Shit. Just... Just stay there. I'm gonna get the doctor."

Chibs quickly made his way out of the room and down the hall, then knocked on Tara's office door. He opened it to find her sitting at her desk.

"Hi, Chibs, what's going -"

"You've got to come back to Tigger's room! Somethin's wrong with him. He says he doesn't know who he is or who I am!"

Tara stood up.

"He's awake, then?"

"Aye. Come see for yerself!"

Tara nodded and followed Chibs back to Tig's room. Tig was still there, but he was standing up, going through the pile of his clothes that had been left on a chair. The doctors had dressed him in a hospital gown prior to the tests.

"Tig, you have to go back to bed," Tara said.

Her voice caught Tig's attention. At first Chibs thought that Tig was going to argue. He was surprised when the man quietly obeyed Tara's request. Tara seemed surprised as well but kept her thoughts to herself.

"Thank you," she told him, coming to his bedside.

Tig nodded, then winced at the pain that it caused.

"Does your head hurt?" Tara asked, going into doctor mode.

Tig just stared at her.

"Who are you?" He finally asked. "And who is he? And what am I doing here?"

Tara sat down on the edge of his bed.

"You're in a hospital. You hit your head very hard and it knocked you out. His name," she said, looking at Chibs, "Is Filip, but you call him Chibs. My name is Tara and I am a doctor here. Do you remember anything at all about today, or what happened?"

Tig slowly shook his head 'no'. He seemed nervous, now. Tara picked up on it quickly.

"No? That's... That's okay." She took his hand, trying to comfort him. "Your name is Alex Trager. Your friends call you Tig. You're safe here, okay? We'll figure everything out."

Tig looked Tara straight in the eyes, as if trying to tell if she was lying.

Tara forced a smile.

"Just relax. Here," She pulled a blanket up over her patient, then handed him the television remote. "I'll be back in a little bit."

"Okay," Tig agreed, watching as she walked out.

When she was gone he turned to Chibs.

"History channel okay with you?"

Chibs shrugged and sat back, unsure of what else to say or do.

00

Tara went back to her office and quickly made two phone calls. One was to the hospital's head neurologist. The other was to Gemma.

The neurologist, Doctor Tyler, had agreed to check Tig's medical records and test results immediately. Gemma was slightly harder to deal with. She was extremely concerned about her friend.

Tara managed to keep Gemma and the others from coming back to the hospital until the following morning. She wanted Dr. Tyler to give a diagnoses prior to exposing Tig to any other stress.

As promised, he did come by. He was halfway through looking over the results of the CT when Chibs came running to get Tara's attention.

"He's screamin' and yellin'!" Chibs explained, "Says he's in pain!"

Tara took a deep breath in attempt to keep calm and walked to Tig's room along with Doctor Tyler.

Everything was as Chibs had described. Tig was on the bed, curled in a fetal position and pressing his hand against the side of his head.

"Make it stop!" He yelled, "Please..."

Then he began to hyperventilate.

Dr. Tyler was quick to react.

"Alex, where does it hurt?"

"Side," Tig answered, through clenched teeth.

Dr. Tyler pried Tig's hand away from the side of his head.

"Here?" He asked, touching where he thought Tig had been putting pressure.

"Yes- Fuck, make it stop!"

"Okay. Dr. Knowles, we need to get him in for another CT scan. I'm going to prep the room. In the meantime get him some Dilaudid."

Tara nodded and went off to get a vial of the drug. She returned a moment later to find Tig in the same position, and Chibs looking on in horror.

"Okay, Tig, you need to calm down," She said, trying to remain calm herself. He was shaking and sweating and clearly in tremendous pain.

"I need you to calm down so I can give you a shot to make the pain stop," she said, trying her best to get him to lie flat on his back.

Thankfully, Chibs came to her aid, pushing Tig to where he was lying flat.

"Stay still," he said, holding Tig down.

Tara used the time to clean Tig's arm and inject him with the medicine. It was only a few seconds before it took effect. When it did, Tig began to relax.

"There we go," Tara whispered, "Just relax. It's going to be okay."

She glanced over at Chibs. Before she could try to explain anything the door opened and an orderly walked in.

"Dr. Knowles," he greeted Tara, "And this is our patient?"

"His name is Alex Trager and this is his friend Filip. Filip, this is Brendan. He's going to take Tig down for the CT scan. You can walk with him if you want."

Filip looked the young man over. He looked to be barely twenty years old. Despite his youth, the kid looked serious about his job.

"Hi," Brendan said, extending his hand. Chibs shook it, then turned his attention back to Tig.

"Looks like we're goin' for a ride Tiggy," he rested his hand on Tig's and watched as Tig looked up at him. Tig's eyes were glazed over. Whatever Tara had given him was definitely some good shit.

Brendan took that as his cue to get going. He popped up the rails on the side of Tig's bed and began to wheel him out of the room. Chibs and Tara followed Brendan down the hallway until they go to the room with the CT machine.

"We're here," Brendan told them.

Tara opened the door and Brendan brought Tig inside. Chibs tried to follow, but Tara pushed him away.

"Go back to the room. We'll bring him back up when this is done."

"Do ya think he's goin' to be alright?"

"I think so," Tara said truthfully. "We just have to do this test to make sure we didn't miss anything at all."