The letter had arrived the same day as Aaron.
Dear Dr. Cullen,
I am so sorry to impose upon your time. I believe your extensive experience may allow you to shed some light on my illness. My life is becoming unbearable, and you are now my only hope at obtaining some relief.
I am taking the liberty of including some details of my case, as well as my MRI results. As you will see there are no abnormalities on the MRI's of my brain. Over the last year I have become increasingly troubled by severe migraines. When these headaches strike I cannot tolerate light, or sound, eat, and become bilious. I am, at this time, consistently light sensitive, only being able to work outdoors in sunglasses, and sometimes unable to work. I am also suffering from hallucinations; some of which appear to be clairvoyant. I realize my apparent belief in my own clairvoyant abilities does lend itself to the diagnosis of mental illness. In the interests of honesty my mother is an institutionalized paranoid schizophrenic. I assure these are not symptoms of schizophrenia.
Furthermore, while I do not believe this is relevant, but the truth is I believe my only hope, I am addicted to diluadid, and suffer from night terrors. I was kidnapped and tortured several years ago, but have worked through those issues. Additionally I have suffered PTSD from, unfortunately in my line of work this is inevitable, killing people, violent criminals, but none the less people.
In my hope of a cure I have consulted not only with neurologists, but also with a traditional
Voudon healer, who gave me some temporary respite.
I am begging for your help. Please call me, or e-mail me, even if it is to let me know you cannot take my case.
Dr. Spencer Reid
xxx-xxx-xxxx
sreid
Carlisle picked up the phone and called Dr. Spencer Reid. He wouldn't tell Aaron about this just yet.