An Entangled Life
Chapter 3: Discover NOTHING
The green haired man staggered around the town he was in. Or maybe it was a city. Didn't matter either way. The man had decided to head to the hospital.
Maybe I have a head wound. Or I got a concussion. - Green haired man.
As soon as he entered the hospital he noticed people staring at him. He waved at one girl but the mother immediately put a protective arm around her daughter. The little girl now looked away. The green haired man sighed and went up to the counter.
The receptionist took one look and returned to conversing on the phone.
"Your group's floor seven," the receptionist said not looking at him.
"My gr…" the green haired man started to ask.
"Floor seven!" the receptionist exploded. "are you people deaf!" she demanded then turned her attention back to her job.
The green haired man swallowed his pride and got to floor seven eventually by using the stairs. He initially tried the elevator and twice ended up at floor 17. After getting off at floor 12, he used the stairs to climb down to floor seven.
The floor was grey and had a few paintings on the wall.
What a dreary place. – green haired man.
"Hello," a doctor said formally.
The green haired man jumped.
"Oh, hi," the green haired man said and shook the doctor's hand.
The doctor smiled and led the man to his office.
"So what's your condition?" the doctor asked sitting down.
"Um, I uh," the green haired man said, "I forget things," he revealed, "right now I remember nothing from before I woke up on boxes on the sidewalk," he said, "and I woke up today!" he cried incredulously.
The doctor stared at him concerned.
"Name," the doctor said.
"Um," the green haired man said.
Then he remembered the nickel in his pocket with the name Philip written on a piece of paper and tied to it.
"I have a nickel in my pocket," the green haired man said and showed the doctor, "it has the name Phillip on it," he added.
The doctor looked at the coin thoughtfully.
Could this guy really have no memory? – the doctor
"Well Philip," the doctor said and rose up, "I'm Dr. London Vangoose," he introduced himself, "sit, sit," he said motioning Philip to take a seat across from him.
"Philip," the green haired man said slowly and sat down after Dr. Vangoose did, "if feels like…something else," he said honestly.
"Then what shall we call you?" Dr. Vangoose asked.
The green haired man looked around. Among the awards, pictures, and newspaper articles , a name caught his eye.
"Um, Martin," the green haired man decided, "Martin," he said firmly.
Dr. Vangoose smiled.
"I have a surgeon friend named Martin," Dr. Vangoose said, "it's a good name."
Yeah," Martin agreed.
"Ahem, anyway Martin," Dr. Vangoose said, "I'll be sending you in for some tests while I make a few calls," he told him.
"Calls?" Martin asked.
"I have to call you in," Dr. Vangoose revealed, "help you get your information," he continued, "social security and all that," he explained.
Martin nodded.
"Social security," Martin said as if running the word over his tongue.
This guy's really out of it. – Dr. Vangoose
Dr. Vangoose straightened his black-framed glasses.
"Just take this to the receptionist on this floor," Dr. Vangoose said handing Martin a paper he had just written on, "she's the lady sitting behind an elaborate desk in a blue dress with blonde hair," he explained, "walk left down the hall 'til you see her," he instructed, "her name is Mrs. Dobson," he added.
Martin nodded and looked into kind bright blue eyes with his calmed grassy green.
"May I be so bold as to ask for Philip?" Dr. Vangoose asked suddenly, "your coin," he added.
Martin looked at his pocket hesitantly. Besides the clothes on his back this was the only other thing connected to him.
"Just to be sure of something," Dr. Vangoose said, "I'll give it back," he added.
Martin carefully gave it to him.
"Thank you," Dr. Vangoose thanked him.
Martin nodded and left the office.
Dr. Vangoose immediately took out a red cell phone.
It glowed a glittery glow.
Dr. Vangoose pressed a number and waited.
"Hello," Dr. Vangoose said, "guess which green haired guy dawned my working doorstep?" he asked, "yes he's here," he responded, "an hour?" he asked, "okay, but you have to have a past and social security ready for him by then," he said seriously, "what he had bucked into someone else, worst of all Janice?" he demanded incredulously, "she's half-pixie!" he shouted, "well now you know," he chastised, "okay, okay, just get it ready, bye," he said and hung up.
I wish you the best of luck Cosmo. Earth will not go easy on you. – Dr. Vangoose----
It was almost nightfall when Martin Johnson exited the hospital. He thought it a strange coincidence that his name was similar to the one he chose when talking to Dr. Vangoose. But no more than a coincidence. Now he was supposed to board a bus to take him to Brightsburg. He had a letter from the doctor that would help him get a job at a hardware store taking inventory. When it was explained to Martin, he didn't mind. He didn't need excitement in his life. He just needed to remember it.
When Martin saw a silver bus with yellow and blue stripes he boarded it. Forgetting to look for Brightsburg's insignia.
That bus came five minutes later.
The bus Martin boarded was headed towards Dimmsdale.
Chapter 3