First of all, before we go any further- does anyone have any questions about the last chap or so? Do I need to clarify the procedure Addison performed? It was shown once on PP, but it wasn't entirely accurate in it's portrayal. Close enough, I suppose. But it's more painful than they showed, and a little more complicated.

Cuz, I need to know before we move on from this. If I need to clarify, I'll add it up here in the edits. Just comment your question, or message it. Didn't mean for it to go on this long, but A. it's an unusual and complicated procedure, and B. this is a very serious side effect of this procedure, so I figure it kinda deserves to be fleshed out. Hope that's okay with you all.

Story-

The look on Addison's face said, "Crap."

She rose quickly, but not so quickly as to appear panicked.

"Jessie, are you okay?"

Eyes wide, Jessie shook her head.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Jessie opened her mouth, and as Charlotte had seen, her mouth was moving coherently, as one would, she clearly wanted to tell them what happened. At first her lips moved, but no sound came out, then with a lot of effort, just grunting noises.

Addison glanced at Charlotte.

You fucked up, was the look she gave back.

Addison rolled a vitals cart over. Charlotte hooked it up.

Her blood pressure was high for her, in the upper 80's. Her base, she'd learned was in the 60's.

Addison then grabbed a flashlight.

"Open your mouth," she instructed.

With a cursory glance, Charlotte watched Addison evaluate everything she was checking for to be in working order.

"Jessie, keep tryin' to talk," Charlotte said this as she was using the flashlight in Jessie's eyes, checking for brain swelling. She saw nothing unusual. (Did you know that's what doctor's use that for? It's not really to check your eyes, it's to look at your brain.)

This time when Jessie spoke, Charlotte could make out individual words, or things that sounded like individual words, but it all sounded like a record played backward.

Addison looked worried.

"Get Amelia," Charlotte hissed.

"She's not here," Addison kept her voice cheery, but was already stepping to the door. She leaned out and Charlotte could hear her hissing for "Pete or Sam, both or whoever's closest!" in a very urgent tone.

Charlotte made sure Jessie was covered.

Having no idea what else to say, and not entirely sure if it was true or not she tried to comfort Jessie with, "This is just a side-effect of the procedure. Your heart rate is normal for someone just going through hell, everything else is normal."

Sam's voice interuppted her.

"Can you understand what Dr. King is saying?"

Damn. Why the hell didn't I think of that?

Jessie nodded.

"keep tryin' to talk," Charlotte smiled.

Jessie looked pissed. "Ut el oo t ooo ey?"

Charlotte couldn't understand it, but she understood the pissed of it.

She shrugged. "I pretty much got that."

She smirked when she heard Sam take Addison in the hall and hiss in a not so quiet tone, "What the hell did you do? This girl comes in for a gynelogical procedure and now she can't speak? That's brain damage, Addison!"

"I don't know what to say, Sam. I've never seen this happen before. I'm not even sure what happened."

"Brain damage!" He hissed again.

"You better get in there and fix your patient!"

He was scared. Hell, she was too.

"You're starting to make more sense, now," Charlotte spoke again to Jessie. It was a lie, but she wanted to make the poor kid feel better. She must be scared senseless.

"Ut it e oo oo e?"

"Still can't make words," Charlotte stated when Addison entered the room again.

Charlotte wiped out her prescription pad and a pen and handed it to the girl.

Quickly Jessie wrote " whta did thta btich do?

Charlotte read it and handed the paper to Addison.

"Clearly this isn't just a speech problem."

Addison wasn't the cursing type, but Charlotte could tell all she was thinking right now was, "Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

"Keep trying to talk, Jessie," was what she said out loud.

"Tell us what happened," Charlotte added, thinking that possibly the longer they kept Jessie talking for, the better.

"The lydocaine could have affected her mouth, like a trip to the dentist, making it difficult to form words," Addison muttered.

"But you didn't put that anywhere near her mouth," Charlotte countered, "and clearly it's not just word formation but ordering that's impaired."

Charlotte checked Addison's trays. The last syringe she'd used to inject Jessie had blood in it. Jessie's thighs were bloody.

She cornered Addison, continuing to listen to Jessie, "there's blood all over," she whispered.

"That is normal." Addison was confident in that, at least.

"And," she added, "in the last syringe you used, but not the others."

"Sometimes that happens."

"Is that supposed to happen?"

"No. But drawing up blood can't cause this," Addison objected.

"You got another explaination?"

"en oo tart ed"

Sam stepped forward.

"Wait. Were you trying to say "when"?"

She nodded.

"Try it again, say "when"."

She had trouble getting her lips to make the "wh" part. All she could say was the 'en'.

"I uz dizzy," she made out the words slowly. She spoke, Charlotte thought, like a mentally retarded person. And, she considered, if Jessie was now mentally retarded, it was all Addison Montgomery's fault.

"Do you know what year it is?" Sam asked this question, as if it were more urgent than getting her to speak. "Do you know who is President of the United States right now?"

Jessie looked at Sam like he was nuts, but she nodded.

"Tell me. What year is it?"

Charlotte looked at Addison. This was getting scary as hell.

Jessie looked at Addison and Charlotte to check if the man in front of her were sane.

"2012," she answered.

Sam was visibly relieved.

"Call the hospital," Charlotte ordered.

"It's wearing off," Addison objected. "I still need to finish the procedure."

Sam wheeled on her. "You're joking, right? Your procedure is done!"

Addison turned to Jessie instead. "Tell me what happened, what did you notice when I was giving you that last injection?"

"M-m-m-m-my m-m-mouth fel-elt funny. My br-brain felt-"

She stopped then, mouth open. She wasn't even trying to make a word.

Sam was dialing 911 on his phone, and stepped into the hall.

Several long seconds later Jessie said, "strange," finishing her sentence.

"I was dizzy. I th-though-thought some-t-ing was," another very long pause where Jessie was motionless, "...wrong. I tried to tell you, b-but, I c-c-cou-could not speak."

"Are you having difficulty making words?"

Duh.

"When you stopped talking just then," Charlotte asked slowly, "what was happening? Were you having trouble making the word?"

Jessie opened her mouth quickly, obviously eager to explain what they'd just witnessed, "I" then she paused again.

She seemed frustrated trying to force a word out, but no sound came, her lips didn't move.

"forgot wh-what the w-w-word was I...wanted to say."

"And the second time?" Charlotte asked.

There was a long pause before Jessie spoke. "I couldn't re-rem-mem-mem-ber h-ow to," she stopped speaking again.

"make the word," she finished.

Shit.

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