Title: The Cure (Chapter 4)
Spoilers For: Epitaph One
Characters: Topher Brink, Adelle DeWitt
Rating: K+
Summary: Adelle has an idea on how to restore Topher to his former, perfectly sane, glory.
She walked briskly towards the "dorm" (for lack of a better term), now solely intent on retrieving her friend for his treatment. How ironic, it seemed, that he would be the one in the chair after the many years he spent running it. Adelle walked in to find that Dr. Saunders was sitting in with Topher.
"Dr," She called, "May I have a word?" Claire whispered to her charge, no doubt informing him that she would be right back, and then she stood to follow Adelle. They walked down the corridor, just out of earshot, before Adelle turned to talk to the doctor.
"I know you may not agree with me, but I will just come out and say it anyways." She wasted no time in these matters. Now wasn't a time for formalities. "I think I may have a way to allow Topher to be himself again."
Dr. Saunders looked at her in pure disbelief. The prospect of "fixing" him, so to speak, was not something he had thought of in a long time. She had tried all sorts of medicines and therapies, but none were effective. She had all but given up on finding a cure.
"If we put Topher in the chair, wipe him, and then imprint him with a scan taken before the mass call, he should be himself again."
"No!" She took no time to think about it. "It's not right! Besides, how will you even get him up there? We can't even get him out of his pod but for bathing and using the bathroom. Even then he protests."
"I am telling, not asking. The way I see it, we have no alternative. We fix him, or we continue to watch him wither away." Her calm disposition was puzzling in situations like this.
"And then what? He'll find out about the call eventually, and then he will go down the same road, one self guilt-trip after another!" Adelle could see her flush with frustration.
"I am hoping that without his memories of the past few months, we may be able to prevent it from happening. We won't have to lie to him, but we also don't have to inform him of every turn for the worse." Claire sighed in resignation.
"I still don't approve, and won't help you do it, but I will still help him afterwards."
With that, Adelle walked back into the room, Claire on her heels.