Ch 4

When the police left, Sheamus felt helpless and afraid. Not being able to tell the police anything except his last memory was his match on Tuesday. He had no memories from that until he awoke in the hospital. Police asked him about the name "Ellen" and while he felt it should mean something, he couldn't grasp what it was.

The police informed that a toxicology workup showed traces of a drugged normally used in surgery called sodium thiopental. However, it was rarely used anymore. They asked if he'd been in a hospital while in Raleigh. He was certain he had not. The police vowed to continue working on his case and they exchanged contact information in case Sheamus recalled anything or they discovered any leads. They left him without any idea where to start looking for an explanation.

The next day, Ron returned to check on Sheamus. "We got your CT scan back," Ron was smiling, "Looks like your noggin is just fine. Of course the doctor will give you the details."

"Why can't I remember shite? I t'ink someone is after me," Sheamus was shaking his head with frustration.

"Look, it happens," Ron explained. "You were in that cold water for a long time. Your brain isn't permanently damaged but it's possible you lost some information. It seems something traumatic happened to you. And over time, how many concussions have you had? All these things add up."

"I'm not risky in t'e ring. It's not t'at. I guess it is being in cold water. Must be it. Will I remember, ever?"

"You never know," Ron's face was serious. "These questions are for Doc, okay?"

His doctor was only able to tell him that in these situations, sometimes the memory returned in bit and pieces or returned all at once or never returned. He could make no promises. Sheamus appreciated is honesty.