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Chapter 17
Dr. Eric Wills walked back to his office still wondering how much Mrs. O'Malley knew about his amnesiac patient. "How did she know Smith arrived with no shoes? Humm, I wonder," He said absentmindedly to himself.
As he entered his office, he realized the office was still trashed. Mr. Smith's temper and quick violent moves manage to break most of the furniture and decor in Dr. Wills' office.
"Oh buggers. Miss Swan," he started to speak into phone only to find the phone cord had been broken in two pieces. "Great! Just great!," Aggravated, Dr. Wills tossed the phone handset into the trashcan, knocking the can over. Leaning down to set the can up, Erik noticed his missing laptop hiding underneath the broken desk.
Getting down on all fours the doctor crawled underneath his desk to retrieve the laptop, hoping to find it still working. "Come here, little laptop. It's safe, Mr. Smith is gone," he talked to the laptop as if the computer had ears. "I must be tired, I'm talking to a bloody laptop."
"Keep that up doctor and we'll have to find you a room here," Nurse Swan startled Wills. He yelp as he banged his head on the underneath side of the desk.
"Thanks, Sarah," he rubbed his bruised head. "Many more days like today and I will be thrilled to be a patient here." He stood up slowly making sure his whole body was clear of the hard desk, proudly holding the object he he retrieved. "Found it!"
"Good. Is it still working," Nurse Swan asked. She slowly negotiated her way through the scattered belongings of his office.
Dr. Wills, leaned on the teetering desk creaking under the weight and propped the computer on his lap. He gently opened the laptop and crossing his fingers he powered up the portable computer.
"Yes! Yes indeed it works! At least not all is lost," he cheered. Wills had too many important files stored on his laptop computer. He feared all the files had been lost. He silently made a mental note to himself to make daily back-ups on all his files.
"Now to find a place to finish my day's work in peace and quiet," Dr. Wills left his office in search of a new work place.
Nurse Swan followed. "Try, Mr. Smith's room. He should still be out." She told him as she walked toward the front desk. "I'll be leaving soon, Doctor. Is there anything else you need before I go?"
"Huh? Oh. No, Sarah. Have a great night. Thanks for all your help, Sarah," Dr. Wills said. "Smith's room sounds great." They said their goodbyes and parted in opposite directions.
Sarah looked back at the young doctor she was so fond of, he reminded her of another doctor she fell in love with eons ago. "Too many memories and no one to share them with," she mumbled. "See you tomorrow, Aisling," She bid her good byes the nurse at the front desk.
"Oh! Uh, good night, Sarah," Nurse Aisling Gillpatrick replied distractedly.
Sarah could hear Aisling giggling and she knew the reason for the giggles when she saw the familiar taxi. "Good night, David," She teased from the front entrance door.
"Night, Sarah," David's muffled voice did not carry far. He was too busy making out with personal nurse, Nurse Gillpatrick.
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Dr. Wills quietly entered his patient's room. The young man was still sedated and should make a perfect roommate for him. No phones, no idle talk, nothing to distract him.
Erik settled comfortable in a chair next to Mr. Smith's bed. He opened the recovered laptop and discovered a new untitled document saved to the desktop. Erik opened the unknown document and slowly began to read.
'She laid naked on the bed, the sheets crumpled provocatively exposing only her beautiful back and the curves of her hips,' Erik read the unfamiliar document, wondering who wrote this story. "Oh, this must be what you were doing in my office, Mr. Smith," he told the sleeping man. "Good beginning. The first sentence captures your readers attention. Maybe you are a writer, Mr. Smith."
Erik continued his solo conversation not noticing the movement in the room. He felt someone was looking at him. Erik looked up to see who else was in the room. Slowly he looked at the man and then he looked at the bed. His sedated, restrained patient was up and standing in front of him.
"Mr. Smith?" he stood up to talk to his now alert patient. Mr. Smith did not respond. His face was calm almost ghostly. "Mr. Smith how are you doing?" The only answer he received was a sharp burning pain to his stomach.
Dr. Wills looked down, he noticed Mr. Smith's holding a knife dripping with blood. Erik tried to speak, but the words fail to form in his throat. He then looked at his own hands, confused. Slowly Dr. Erik Wills realize the blood dripping from the small knife was his on. The blood in his hands was from his body.
He mouthed the words, "But why?" Then the world around him turned black for the young doctor, he did not see any light at the end of any tunnel. He only felt cold, no pain just cold.
"Mine," was all Mr. Smith said as he grabbed the laptop from Dr. Wills as the doctor slowly crumpled to the floor.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Aisling screamed when she saw Mr. Smith standing over Dr. Wills body. "HEELLLPPPP!" She screamed again when she saw the bloody knife.
"Quiet!" Aislings' screams were silenced when Mr. Smith plunged the knife into her slender body. She fell to the floor clutching her side watching the blood seep through her fingers.
Her ears started to ring, she could not hear anything except for her own breathing and her heart pounding in her chest. She moved her head looking around the room for help, she could see Dr. Wills body laying still in a pool of blood. Then the room slowly started to go out of focus and then dark.
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