A/NIf you've hung out to wait for this chapter to come, then I bow down to your patience. I'm doing my best to regain my will to write, and I'm hoping that adding a couple new stories will help out. That's it for now I think. So OWTF!

Chapter 14 "So she will recover?"

Dissociative Fugue- a rare psychiatric disorder characterized by reversible amnesia for personal identity, including the memories, personality, and other identifying characteristics of individuality. That is what the doctor had said. I was horrified.

Mrs. Gladys and I had, in a panic, swiftly dialed the nearest hospital after I was sure 'Mesa' wasn't going to break away. EMS came, lifted her into an ambulence, then sped away, leaving the two of us to follow closely behind. Against all t.v. medical drama's that I had seen over my life, when Mesa was taken in, no one looked horrified, frantic, or even surprised. There was an air, stiff, serious, and business-like, that made me feel relieved and uncomfortable at the same time. Neither my maid nor I were allowed to see her, but we did wait in a hall near the room she was in, somewhere deep in the bowels of the ICU building, left alone without another soul to wander the halls around us, to break the silence that seemed to crush my chest, or to disturb the thoughts that threatened to kill me. We waited...waited...waited. Waited until we couldn't wait anymore. It's funny, how time seems to speed up during the best moments of your life, then crawl during the worst. It's cruel really, though it could have been worse. It was only about an hour or two before the doctor, a surpisingly young looking woman, came to us, dressed in true doctor fashion and invited us to take a small walk with her. We accepted. The woman enlightened us, explaining that, at that moment, Mesa was peacefully under slight sedation and that she would make a full recovery.

"All the blood work and scans that we have preformed to assure that Mesa's sudden episode was not intended, such as drug use, physical trama, etc., came up negative and everything looks fine."

A sudden burst of greatfullness washed over my body, and by the way the doctor blinked and smiled at us, I guessed that that relief showed on our faces. Mrs. Gladys beside me had shinning eyes from where unspilled tears of fret were reflecting the sanitary white lights above us.

"So she will recover?" the older woman asked in quiet hopefullness, recieving a nod in return.

"Yes. Though there is one thing."

Once light worry sets in agian.

"One thing?" the older woman voices again, and my ears pirk into deathfull attentiveness.

"Yes. Follow me." was all the doctor would say before turning and leading us back down the hall into a random room.

Agianst my will, my heart began to pound. 'What if they found something horrible? And that Mesa really ISN'T alright?' was all I could think of. I could feel Dranzer anxiously waiting along with me, uncharacteristically silent as the grave.

"It's nothing serious from what we can tell, just.... A little odd."

The doctor's attempt at easing our attitude didn't make much of an affect. Upon entering the vacant room, she led us to a wall that had, what I thought, was an illuminating clipboard, like those used to look at x-rays. My suspicion meter went up a notch.

"When we took an x-ray of Mesa's upper abdominal region to look for any signs of heart or lung complications, we noticed something preculiar." the woman continued, pulling an x-ray sheet from a clipboard of her own that I had not known she had been carrying.

With that said, she slipped the graph up onto the board and turned it on, instantly revealing a negative-colored photo of Mesa's neck, shoulders, and upper chest. My heart beat harder as my eyes immediately began to scan for any slight variation on her skeleton, searching for any anomoly that was not supposed to be there. I found it just as the woman pointed at it with her finger. There, in the middle space where the back of her neck joined the rest of her body was a tiny, white oblong square, smaller across than my pinky finger.

"Here you can see it clearly."

Mrs. Gladys and I both stared at the 'it' with ravage intensity.

"What is it? A piece of jewelry?" my maid finally had the guts to ask, sounding as confused as I felt.

"No." the woman replied simply, gazing levely at us. "We believe it's a microchip."

That bit of information was not what I expected. AT ALL.

'A MICROCHIP!? What is she, a dog or something!?' Dranzer rants in the back of my mind, sounding exhasperated and irritated.

I could identify.

"How do you know?"

That question was the first thing I had said all day, and it dripped with extreme earnest.

My tone must have caught the woman off guard, for she blinked a couple times, looking slightly agast, then composed herself for the most part.

"Well...." she began. "....it's impossible for it to be a zipper or other metal clothing accessory. She was wearing only a gown. And we check the machine weekly for faults...." She pauses to outline the object with her finger. "Also, this looks greatly similar to a chip you find in dogs, particuarly showdogs, or purebreeds. It's a way that owners can locate them if they somehow get stolen or lost."

"So basically, your telling us that Mesa has a global positoning chip inserted into her neck." I state, half growling.

The doctor looks uncertianly at me, as if I would bite her, and clears her throat.

"Y...yes sir. There really isn't anything else it could be." she hesitantly stutters.

The gravity of the situation sets like concrete; the air suddenly felt ten times heavier. The doctor clears her throat again and gives a small, shaky smile, motioning to the door.

"Would you like to see her?"

Mrs. Gladys stayed stock still beside me, and, with no response comming from her, I nod in her place. We were ushered out quietly, led down the rest of the hall, then to the room where Mesa was sleeping soundly inside.

"A few minutes is all I can give you. And another doctor will be joining you shortly."

Again I nod in Mrs. Gladys' place and the woman turns and leaves, looking very glad to finally get away. Without waiting for her to even go out of sight, I grab the cold knob and enter the room, completely unprepared for what I might find, or not find, inside.

A/NI did a lot of research for this chapter, and I'm quite happy with it so far. But dont think that it will stop there. We still have yet to meet up with some old friends, and the plot will thicken more than you can imagine. Also, if you are a Ray Kon fan, then you may like to read my RAYxOC friendship one-shot. That turned out better than I thought, and it needs reviews. So does this. Please, PLEASE. I beg you. REVIEW. I THRIVE off your comments, and lately, I've been getting NONE. If ya'll review, I'll upload faster. Promise. I enjoy reading them, and I hope you enjoy my story enough to write them. Please and thankies! ^^