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A/N: The medical information in this chapter was gather from various M.D. web sites. Thank to my magnificent Beta-Reader J3d1M0nk3ySp0ck for her advice and suggestion to help improve this story. Please leave review
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Chapter-4
Ianto awakened to find Jack no longer beside him, checking the clock on the bedside table it was 3 am. Thinking Jack had left due to a rift alert; Ianto put on his robe and went to check on Josh.
As Ianto left their bedroom he could hear a voice coming from Josh' room, quietly opening the door, he saw Jack cradling Josh in his arm talking and singing to him as his little blue eyes stared up at his father before slowly closing. Jack, not knowing Ianto was outside the slightly ajar door, quietly told his son how much he loved him and his tad, and he would miss their time together in his office, Jack kissed his son's forehead as he promised to never leave him or his tad, he would always love and protect them with his life.
Ianto quietly closed the door, going back to their bedroom with tearful eyes. That precious moment would always remain in his heart, but never be spoken of; it was a private one between a father and son. Now in bed Ianto waited for Jack to return deep down he had the same feeling as Jack he would miss Josh, but they had to do what was best for their son, there were a lot of things outside the hub Josh needed to experience even at a young age.
Jack returned to their bedroom and eased back into bed as not to awaken Ianto, wrapping his husband securely in his arms and snuggling into his neck, Ianto moaned as he close his eyes.
Morning came to soon for the Harkness-Jones family, today would bring a change in their daily arrangement, after showering and getting dressed, Ianto went to get Josh ready while Jack went to get thing started in the hub.
Turning the power and lights on in the hub and booting-up the computers, Jack frowned wondering when Ianto had placed files on each teammate desk that needed their attention alone with post -it notes. After making sure everything was done and checking on the hub's other residents, Janet and Myfanwy Jack and his family left to eat breakfast at a nearby cafe before going to Rhiannon's.
Hours later, Jack and Ianto returned to the hub with a box of Danish to be met by a caffeine deprived Owen.
"It's about bloody time" Owen snarked, as Ianto rolled his eyes and went straight to the kitchen with the Danishes to get the coffee machine started while Jack headed to his office. Fifteen minutes later Ianto arrived carrying a tray with five coffee filled mugs and pastries.
Jack watch Ianto from his office, things were back to normal as he listened to Owen snark while Ianto give him his coffee and a Danish.
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Wilfred and Mary had kept their appointment with Dr. Velma Smith, giving their employees the day off and closing the shop. Mary could sense something wasn't right with Wilfred, a skill she acquired from there lengthy years of marriage, and he was never able to completely hide things from her. Wilfred had been quiet since their visit with Paul, and his late night visit from his friend Victor, whom she had never liked. Mary knew he was overjoyed that their son was alive, but there was something dark festering deep within him.
Dr. Velma Smith introduced herself as Wilfred and Mary took their seats. She went over the files she had received from Paul about their son and Dr. Smith admitted she couldn't give a more accurate diagnosis until she spoke with Wilfred Jr. and examined him, but from the report it appear he had retrograde amnesia, which is the inability to retrieve stored memories leading up to the onset of amnesia, so everything before the accident was lost.
She paused to see if the Davies had any questions before she continued, "In extreme cases, the individual may completely forget who he or she is. Generally, this is a more severe type of amnesia known as global or generalized amnesia."
"So are you saying our son may never remember us or his life before the accident," Mary asked with deep concern. `
Dr. Smith sighed. "When someone is suffering from RA, their memory cannot be recovered from simply being told about personal experiences and their identity."
"So you sit there with all those fancy degrees on your wall and tell me there's no hope for my son, why the hell did Paul send us here?" Wilfred shouted as Mary sat sobbing softly.
"On the contrary, Mr. and Mrs. Davies, there is more than one treatment for amnesia out there depending on the root cause of the memory loss. The success of these treatments varies and is still an area of science that is a work in progress. Amnesia treatment is still something of a mystery, as the brain is still a mystery to modern scientists. Since our understanding is limited this in turn effects how we approach healing someone of amnesia. The approach also depends on if the root cause is physical or psychological. Fortunately, memory can be and usually is recovered due to spontaneous recovery."
Dr. Smith stopped and removed her glasses, "Mr. Davies I get the feeling there's more going on than your son's memory loss. Paul asked me to speak with you and your wife to help you better understand what's has happen with your son."
Mary looks at her husband with pleading eyes, hoping that he would reveal what was troubling him. Wilfred took a deep breath before he let the fury erupt that was boiling deep within him.
"I'm angry that my son went through this tragedy unloved, alone and was influence by the wrong people, this life he's leading isn't his, working behind a counter in a tourist office, leading some perverted lifestyle married to a man", Wilfred shouted with venom. "My son wasn't a poofter and never would have been with a man, he was very smart his teachers raved about his intelligence, always wanting to advance him to a higher grade. If he doesn't regain his memory how are we supposed to live with knowing he never would have chosen this life?"
Mary looked on completely devastated by her husband's outburst and words of hatred.
Taking a deep breath, Mary's voice was strong but she spoke softly with compassion;
"Wilfred I'm also angry that our son went through this tragedy alone, but I'm also proud that after such a horrible experience at an early age he was able to overcome whatever obstacles he faced to survive and become the happy young man he appears to be. Our son's sexual preference isn't the issue here; the main concern should be his medical conditions nothing else."
Dr. Smith smiled, thinking what a remarkable woman Mrs. Davies was; her concern was sincere and rightly focused.
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