Disclaimer: Last time I will say this. I, unfortunately do not own Inuyasha.
A/N: Thanks to the few people who took time to read and review. It made me all maniacal for awhile. My family was giving me weird stares… Also I listened to Bush, The Killers, Godsmack, Nirvana, and The Used, Rammstein, and AFI. They all helped to semi inspire this chapter.
She shook her head and tried not to look at the other person in the room.
"Kagome, you need to talk about what happened last night. Did you have another… flashback of the Feudal Era?"
Kagome looked resolutely at the floor. She wouldn't answer him. Not today. He would just find another way to make herself doubt herself. She grimaced as her head throbbed again. No matter how padded her room was, hit hard enough and she could still bruise herself. She had a nice black and purple one right now. And any movement of the muscles there caused her to wince.
"Kagome, I know you had a dream last night. The tapes showed you woke up at about 3:15 and didn't go back to sleep until almost three hours later."
Kagome shrugged and just glared defiantly at the floor. He might try to get her to talk but she wouldn't. Not until she got to talk to her little brother. He was the one who seemed to understand her.
"Kagome the sooner you talk about it the sooner we can leave and you can go."
"I don't want to talk about. Besides I already know what you'll say," she mumbled.
"You do? What will I say then?"
"What you always do. These 'flashbacks' I keep having are from a world I created while I was in the coma. Now I am mentally disturbed because I can't differentiate between reality and fantasy. I think the world I 'created' is real because I don't remember anything that actually happened here in the real world, but that I do have vague memories of actual events that have happened. And then you'll raise your left eyebrow and say in a nice skeptical voice, 'How could a well time travel five hundred years in that past?'"
The doctor nodded. He usually did say something along those lines. The girl may be disturbed but she did have a sharp wit. Unfortunately for those she didn't like. She had the uncanny ability to make people feel very small and childish.
"I see you can learn through repetition, Kagome. So why do I have to pull teeth to get you to talk about the 'flashbacks'? Isn't easier just to talk then keep your defiance in not talking about them?"
"I don't like talking about them to you. You always just make me more confused than ever. Besides how do you know they are not real? There is a thing called alternate realities you know. Maybe while I was in the coma I traveled to one and took residence in myself there. Kinda like a mind swap thing. So that instead of being in an accident there, I fell down a well that goes five hundred years in the past. Ever think of that possibility? Well, Doctor?"
The doctor stared at Kagome. She could certainly connect information she learned and apply it to her situation. Except there was a hole in this theory.
"Kagome, how would your mind swap with the other you in the other reality and where did she go. Was she in your body while you were in the coma, or was she simply repressed to the back of her mind in her own coma while you lived her life. And this only applies if you actually did swap minds. Which is highly unlikely, I might add."
"Well fine. Maybe it didn't happen exactly like that. But I don't see how you can rule alternate realities out so quickly. You should research the subject a bit before dismissing it entirely out of hand," Kagome huffed. So far she managed to completely avoid talking about the dream.
The doctor sighed and shook his head. She was adamant in believing that her 'world' was real. Even to the point that she had been in the mental hospital for almost four years after waking up from her coma. She absolutely refused to talk about her flashback from last night either. Looking up at her, he could see her still looking at the floor as if it held the answers to existence itself. He stood and sighed in exasperation at her. "Fine Kagome. We won't talk about it today. But you will have to eventually. We will talk tomorrow." With that he walked out of the room.
Kagome sighed in relief. She didn't think she could talk about the dream so soon. It had been too realistic and horrifying. She needed some time to deal before she could talk about it to him. Standing up she sidled along the wall. Slipping out her of room, she went towards the common area. She could see the other patients there. Some just wandered around; others stared at a TV, absolutely fascinated. Others worked on various projects that were important to them. Slinking into the room, she sat beside another woman.
She looked furtively at the other woman. They had arrived at about the same. She remembered when she first came. The other woman was sitting in this spot looking around, with a terrified look upon her face. She had cautiously approached and they had become friends if nothing else. And she was one person who secretly made her believe her world was real.
"So Sango, you finally finish that puzzle cube thing you were working on?"
"Hey Kagome. And no not yet. I still have one side that refuses to be all one color. But hey. You know us crazies. Nothing better to do than work on a puzzle cube thing." Sango replied. "Either that or just repeat an action over and over until in becomes a part of your every day routine."