Disclaim: I don't own anyone of OUATIM. I give all the credit to Rober Rodriquez a brilliant man.

Chapter 40)Medical report.

Date: 16 february 2004,

Name: Sands

First name: Sheldon Jeffery,

Date of birth: June 9, 1963,

Sex: M,

Bio: Señor is brought in a few weeks ago. The precise date we don't know anymore because he's been brought in the middle of the night and by the way he acted no-one had the time to reregister the date.
He still don't know anything of him, besides the medical reports and a few other files. That's al the agents left with him. It seems the señor doesn't have any family we can contact, ore children or friends. The agent told us to leave it like this, because he was a former CIA agent and they can't take the risk. But personally I think it's because they just want to let him disappear and hush his case.

It's still unclear what exactly happened to señors eye's. He's not just blind, he lost his eye's. What we do know is, he isn't born like this. There are a few pictures of him with the files with eye's. But when and what happened we can't say for sure because he won't speak at all.

He never spook after the first night. I can't remember clear what he said that night, it where all loose senses, vague words nothing seemed to fit. He yelled things like: 'No, fuck off, die, die, don't touch' and more thins like that. He even hit one of the agent in the face, tried to strangle one of the nurses and went finally quiet after a strong doses medication.

We left him in one of the locked cells for a day. He didn't got aggressive in fact didn't do anything. Until a male nurse got in to walk him to the main room. Again he tried to kill the man. After another day being strongly anaesthetized I walked into his cell strongly armed with two male nurse waiting at the doorway. I didn't touched him, kneeled in front of me. He didn't speak, didn't look up but I could sense he was fully aware I was there. I told him who I was, where he was. His face turned into a grimace. I waited a moment and asked him a few questions. But he kept silent and didn't move.

Another day later a nurse wanted to take him to the living room of our Centre. To everyone's surprise he stood up, grabbed her wrist and followed her throw the wall. He seemed to be okay. She guided him to a chair at the window and she started a conversation, he only listens but relaxed a bit. It went very well until she told him her name. Something snapped in him and he got aggressive, slamming the chair and hurting a other patient in the process. They were to late to prevent him from grabbing the nurse by her neck. She got slammed against the wall, standing on her tooth to stay breathing. There changed something in his bearing. Carefully he placed her back on the ground and touched her cheek, moving to her chin. He tried to read her face, I think. He let her go and sat down against the wall. He didn't even flick when he got drugged and brought back to his cell.

Since that moment he stopped fighting if someone touches him. He still doesn't speak, doesn't move even in his cell, what is strange cause the first day he walked from wall to wall feeling for the door. He seemed to gave up.

Still we can't trust his actions ore reactions. His behaving is uncontrollable. Like a few day's ago. He needed a shower and walked calmly with the male nurse to the showers. But at the moment he heard the water running he snapped and went wild. The male nurse had to drag him against the wall until he stopped hitting around. Letting him get a shower is getting harder every time. Because he knows the way, he knows who is walking with him. He doesn't like to get forced to do something.

Then there are his medical files. They don't make any sense. According to one of his files he was already been in a clinic but never been discharges with permission of a doctor. And in the second file there stands he got Schizophrenia. Still his medication stopped. A person with Schizophrenia will always need medication! And there is something else that bothers me. There is absolutely nothing about the señor before he joint the CIA. Nothing.

And there are some other things I have questions about. The first time he took a shower willingly a nurse came to me and asked me to look for a second. When I did I nearly dropped my maps. His back is covert with old scars. A bit later I saw thin white lines at his wrist. Señor has been suicidal, again something what wasn't been writhe down in the files.

There are so many questions around this man. I don't know where to begin and how to get throw to him. Because every time I got to him he shuts me out. Everything I say he banish. And it doesn't matter what I ask, he doesn't speak. Never.

Only at nights when he's asleep. Then the talking begins, followed by screams. Again, there is not such thing as understandable lines. But there are sights of strong emotions on his face. So that means he's still here. And tonight he even called for someone. For a women I think. He called her 'Liz', ore 'Lins' I'm not sure. I wish I knew who this women is he's screaming for. Maybe I'll ask tomorrow. Maybe this time he will listen. And speak.

17 February 2004,
01:18,
Dr. Djessey Dominguez.

Dr. Dominguez placed the map next to her on her desk and yawed. She looked at the clock and moaned. 'Again a late day. To late for me.' She got up . 'I need a coffee.' She grabbed her jacket from the ground and looked questioning at her computer. Would she get back to work about her new patient ore call it a day?

After a moment she shrugged. 'There is always tomorrow and it's not like he's going anywhere.' Smiling she switch the lights of and locked her door. After getting a hot cup of coffee she walked to her car closing the doors of El Centro psíquico, 'La Esencia.'

Psychic Centre, The Essence.

So this leaves me with many options. Maybe I could leave Sands here. He will be safe from his enemies because in theory he doesn't exist anymore.
But still there are many other options. What do you think? Do I continue ore leave Sands be?

Waiting for you're answere, Sue-AnneSparrow