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“NO! No, I…”
“Or do you just get off on the idea of having men fight over you, is that it?”
“No. I just wanted to be open with you. Have you hear it from me.”
“Hear what? Is that it? Or is there much more to hear? Is there a big reveal coming up?” His eyes narrow, “I mean, I’d hate for your story to get derailed with a spoiler.”
I look down and shake my head. I don’t know what to say. I try one more appeal, “We have a history. Right?”
He holds out his hand to tell me I need to come with him.
“Of all people,” he says, “I can’t believe you would do this.”
While I’m perched on a high stool by the kitchen breakfast counter, the doctor makes his examination. He checks my pulse, my temperature and other vital signs. Then he makes his tests with light in my eyes, peering into my throat, reflexes and so on.
After that he asks me memory questions. If I know the date, the day, my name, my date of birth. All that stuff again. Then he asks what I remember of the last couple of days.
As I hesitate over what to tell him, The Emperor says, “That’s enough, doc. You’re not on the need to know list for any of that.”
The doc says, “I need to establish–”
The Mastermind cuts in, “You’ll need to find another test to get what you need.”
The doctor’s face hardens. After a moment, he asks me how long it’s been since the last time we met. Then to describe the room that we were in. When I’ve done that he says, “You seem fine. You’re recovering really well.”
“All apart from the thing that you’re supposed to be specialized in, right, Doc?” The Emperor’s voice is hard. “What can you do to move things along?”
Turning back to square up to the Emperor, the doc says, “We talked about this,”
“Okay.” The Emperor nods. “Put your bag back together. I’ll take you back.”
As they head to the door, the Mastermind grabs the Emperor’s arm and looks in his eye. He hisses something into his ear and the Emperor’s mouth tightens.
After they leave, the Warrior says, “You reminded him he we might need the doc again.”
Nodding, the Mastermind pulls out tumblers and pours shots from the depleted bourbon bottle. “He knows. I thought it best to remind him, though.”
He raises the bottle and a glass toward me, but I shake my head, no.
They both sit and nurse their shots. The Warrior says, “We could bring her father. See if he can spark anything.”
“Risky in a lot of ways.” the Mastermind’s brow wrinkles. “And, the shape he’s in now, he probably wouldn’t recognize her. That would do more harm than good.”
Talk of my father doesn’t stir any memory. Like them, I’m now starting to wonder what might.
“There’s somebody else,” the Warrior says. “There was somebody else in the car.”
The Mastermind nods. “Your driver.”
“My driver?” I have a driver.
“He’s in the hospital.“
“Is he going to be okay?”
Reaching a hand toward me, the Warrior says, “We hope so. The doctors don’t know. Not yet.”
I’m choked and frustrated that somebody could be injured because of me. Even worse, I can’t even remember them. “I should remember him. I should remember his name, shouldn’t I.”
