A/N: Ok, I am posing a couple of chapters today because I dont think I remembered to post yesterday. Hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter Six
Logan sat quietly at Max's side as Cindy, who was on the other side of the bed, made idle small talk. Max was sitting comfortably upright in the bed; flannel pants and a loose tee shirt now replaced the hospital gown that she had previously been wearing. Dr. Rupert walked into the room a few minuets later, an impeccably dressed man with her. "Hi Max, how are you feeling today?" She asked brightly, checking the charts at the end of the bed.
"I'm doing alright."
"Well we have some good for you. We are going to release you into Mr. Cale's care this afternoon."
Max stared forwards, unblinking, as this news was delivered. She was leaving, leaving the only place she knew, to go back into the world she had no memory of. Finally, feeling Logan and Cindy's eyes burning into hers, she weakly smiled, hoping to give them some comfort.
"But before you go, this is Ethan Mitcham."
Max studied him a moment, his neatly combed brown hair, his kind hazel eyes in a boyishly innocent face. The black suit with the dark gray shirt and matching tie that expertly accented his soulful eyes. "Hello Max." He said with a precise British accent.
"Did I know you?"
Ethan smiled kindly. "No, I am actually Dr. Ethan Mitcham, I am a psychiatrist that specializes in amnesia cases. Michelle, Dr. Rupert that is, brought your case to me, and I am very interested in trying to help you recover your memories from before your accident.
"If you are in agreement, I'd like to have our first session today."
Max nodded slowly. Logan, Cindy, and Dr. Rupert all left the room leaving Max alone with Ethan. Ethan silently sat in the chair Logan had just vacated smiling kindly as Max frowned. "So how exactly does this work?" Max asked carefully. "How are you going to help me get back my memories, Dr. Mitcham?"
"Please, call me Ethan. Dr. Mitcham is so formal. Well, really there is nothing particularly that we can do to get your memories back. The mind is a perverse thing, and anything at all can send your mind off. You could see one thing and instantly remember anything. What I am here to do it simply talk to you, and help you deal with your re-introduction back into your old life."
Max stared at her hands, watching as they twisted together then twisted apart. He felt anger rise up in her throat, and for the first time since the accident, she didn't choke it back, and she let her anger loose. She pushed herself off the back of the bed so she was leaning forward, twisting in her chair to face Ethan.
"So where do I start? My childhood? Wait, I don't have one. My adolescence? Whops, I forgot that too. How about my friends? My family? All I know is I have a group of friends, all of which who are very strange people, who refuse to tell me anything about any family that I have, but maybe that is ok, because where the hell have they been? I get hit by a car, am in a coma for three days, wake up and don't remember a thing, but they must not be to concerned, because they aren't here are they?"
Anger spent, Max flopped back onto the bed. Ethan stared at her a moment, before surprising Max by smiling. "I bet it felt good to get that out. Even when I walked in the room, I saw that coming. So how do you feel about leaving today?"
Max was silent for a moment before she spoke. "It is alright I guess. I a, a bit nervous though."
"That is only normal. Your last memory is waking up in this hospital, right? So now that you are leaving, you are going into a completely new environment that you know nothing about. If it were me, I'd be scared to death."
Max stared at Ethan, wide eyed and opened mouth. He'd nailed her storming emotions in one neat sentence. "Yeah, I guess so." She finally managed.
Ethan glanced down at his watch. "Well, listen, I have to go, I have another appointment, and I only had time to stop by and introduce myself. But before I go, I wanted to give you this." Ethan handed Max a spiral bound notebook. "I have you scheduled for next Tuesday, so you can use this for a journal, and anything you remember, anything that happens, write it down and we'll talk about it on Tuesday. I wrote down my cell phone number inside in case of an emergency or you need to talk, don't hesitate to call."
Ethan walked out into the hallway a few minuets later to walk directly into Logan. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"Dr. Mitcham, I am glad I found you before you left. I am Logan Cale, a friend of Max."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Cale." Ethan said as he shook Logan's hand.
"Look, I just wanted to express some concerns over Max--"
"I am not going to be able to tell you anything about our sessions, patient doctor confidentiality."
Logan sighed with relief. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Listen, Max had a very traumatic childhood, and she ran away from home at a young age. You will probably find out some information about her, me, an other people that information gets out, she and a lot of other people will be in danger, more than likely killed."
Ethan stared at Logan for a moment. "I can tell you that everything she tells me will be under the most strict confidence, though honestly, if these things are that traumatic to her, she very well might not remember them on her own, and if she does, it might be dangerous. If it were to all come back at once, there is a chance that she might not take it well."
"Well, is there anything we can do to prevent that from happening?" Logan asked, running a hand through his hair nervously.
"Not really, we have to let her memories come back on her own. Ok, listen I am late for a appointment, so I have to go."
Ethan left Logan to stand alone in the hallway, staring into Max's room, wondering if Max would ever remember everything that she had gone through. Wondering if she should.
Chapter Six
Logan sat quietly at Max's side as Cindy, who was on the other side of the bed, made idle small talk. Max was sitting comfortably upright in the bed; flannel pants and a loose tee shirt now replaced the hospital gown that she had previously been wearing. Dr. Rupert walked into the room a few minuets later, an impeccably dressed man with her. "Hi Max, how are you feeling today?" She asked brightly, checking the charts at the end of the bed.
"I'm doing alright."
"Well we have some good for you. We are going to release you into Mr. Cale's care this afternoon."
Max stared forwards, unblinking, as this news was delivered. She was leaving, leaving the only place she knew, to go back into the world she had no memory of. Finally, feeling Logan and Cindy's eyes burning into hers, she weakly smiled, hoping to give them some comfort.
"But before you go, this is Ethan Mitcham."
Max studied him a moment, his neatly combed brown hair, his kind hazel eyes in a boyishly innocent face. The black suit with the dark gray shirt and matching tie that expertly accented his soulful eyes. "Hello Max." He said with a precise British accent.
"Did I know you?"
Ethan smiled kindly. "No, I am actually Dr. Ethan Mitcham, I am a psychiatrist that specializes in amnesia cases. Michelle, Dr. Rupert that is, brought your case to me, and I am very interested in trying to help you recover your memories from before your accident.
"If you are in agreement, I'd like to have our first session today."
Max nodded slowly. Logan, Cindy, and Dr. Rupert all left the room leaving Max alone with Ethan. Ethan silently sat in the chair Logan had just vacated smiling kindly as Max frowned. "So how exactly does this work?" Max asked carefully. "How are you going to help me get back my memories, Dr. Mitcham?"
"Please, call me Ethan. Dr. Mitcham is so formal. Well, really there is nothing particularly that we can do to get your memories back. The mind is a perverse thing, and anything at all can send your mind off. You could see one thing and instantly remember anything. What I am here to do it simply talk to you, and help you deal with your re-introduction back into your old life."
Max stared at her hands, watching as they twisted together then twisted apart. He felt anger rise up in her throat, and for the first time since the accident, she didn't choke it back, and she let her anger loose. She pushed herself off the back of the bed so she was leaning forward, twisting in her chair to face Ethan.
"So where do I start? My childhood? Wait, I don't have one. My adolescence? Whops, I forgot that too. How about my friends? My family? All I know is I have a group of friends, all of which who are very strange people, who refuse to tell me anything about any family that I have, but maybe that is ok, because where the hell have they been? I get hit by a car, am in a coma for three days, wake up and don't remember a thing, but they must not be to concerned, because they aren't here are they?"
Anger spent, Max flopped back onto the bed. Ethan stared at her a moment, before surprising Max by smiling. "I bet it felt good to get that out. Even when I walked in the room, I saw that coming. So how do you feel about leaving today?"
Max was silent for a moment before she spoke. "It is alright I guess. I a, a bit nervous though."
"That is only normal. Your last memory is waking up in this hospital, right? So now that you are leaving, you are going into a completely new environment that you know nothing about. If it were me, I'd be scared to death."
Max stared at Ethan, wide eyed and opened mouth. He'd nailed her storming emotions in one neat sentence. "Yeah, I guess so." She finally managed.
Ethan glanced down at his watch. "Well, listen, I have to go, I have another appointment, and I only had time to stop by and introduce myself. But before I go, I wanted to give you this." Ethan handed Max a spiral bound notebook. "I have you scheduled for next Tuesday, so you can use this for a journal, and anything you remember, anything that happens, write it down and we'll talk about it on Tuesday. I wrote down my cell phone number inside in case of an emergency or you need to talk, don't hesitate to call."
Ethan walked out into the hallway a few minuets later to walk directly into Logan. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"Dr. Mitcham, I am glad I found you before you left. I am Logan Cale, a friend of Max."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Cale." Ethan said as he shook Logan's hand.
"Look, I just wanted to express some concerns over Max--"
"I am not going to be able to tell you anything about our sessions, patient doctor confidentiality."
Logan sighed with relief. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Listen, Max had a very traumatic childhood, and she ran away from home at a young age. You will probably find out some information about her, me, an other people that information gets out, she and a lot of other people will be in danger, more than likely killed."
Ethan stared at Logan for a moment. "I can tell you that everything she tells me will be under the most strict confidence, though honestly, if these things are that traumatic to her, she very well might not remember them on her own, and if she does, it might be dangerous. If it were to all come back at once, there is a chance that she might not take it well."
"Well, is there anything we can do to prevent that from happening?" Logan asked, running a hand through his hair nervously.
"Not really, we have to let her memories come back on her own. Ok, listen I am late for a appointment, so I have to go."
Ethan left Logan to stand alone in the hallway, staring into Max's room, wondering if Max would ever remember everything that she had gone through. Wondering if she should.