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FTEC, Saturday, September 29 - Day Shift

Christian was behind the front desk, doing the weekly paperwork. One of the nurses hadn't shown up, though, and when he'd called her, she'd strangely cried "Who am I?" into the phone before hanging up. Well, at least she wasn't having an identity crisis during an island-wide emergency.

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Charlene came in after talking to Adah on the roof, and looked around nervously. "Excuse me? Can someone help me? Maybe?"

"What seems to be the problem?" Christian asked, looking the girl over.

"I don't remember who I am. Is this normal for this place?" she asked, twisting her hands nervously. "Do you know me? Am I a patient here?" Charlene gave Christian a distrustful look, hoping he could help, but wondering if he would turn out to be in on the possible plot to do... something.

She was working out the details here, okay?

"You don't remember who you are?" Christian said, reminded of the nurse on the phone this morning. He searched his memory and recalled the weekend of the dinosaurs, when she'd come in with a bag of kittens. Pulling up the record on his laptop, he said, "Charlene McGee. Ring a bell?"

"Not really. I mean, it says that on my Driver's license, but-- I'm really named Charlene?" She sighed, and rubbed her face. "Why can't remember anything before I woke up this morning? Has this happened before?"

Christian frowned. "Does your head hurt at all? Do you have any physical symptoms other than memory loss?"

"No pain, or anything. Or dizziness, or any other symptoms." Okay, this wasn't good; this wasn't normal... Charlene tried to keep her voice from rising as she said, "Does thinking there's a conspiracy count? Or is that just normal if you wake up, and you don't know you are or where you are? There's another girl at the school, Adah, and the same thing has happened to her." She reconsidered, then said, "Or, well, she's not as anxious as I am. She's just kind of confused. Or says she is. I don't know, I'm just kind of freaking out."

"No, it's not normal," Christian said. "Memory loss is usually caused by a head injury or traumatic event, or drugs." He got up and moved in front of Charlie, shining a small flashlight into her eyes.

Charlene flinched, then squinted into the penlight, watching the doctor very warily. "What's your name?" she asked, trying not to sound aggressive. "And what kind of traumatic event?"

Great, they were back to her wanting to forget stuff.

"Dr. Christian Troy," he said. "Relax, I've treated you here before. You brought in a bag of kittens and had been banged up by a sabertooth tiger." Her pupils seemed to be reacting fine, so he straightened up and began to check her head for any sign of injury.

"A traumatic event like a death in the family, something you don't want to remember," Christian went on. "You go into denial and try to shut the memory out."

"Sabretooth tiger," Charlie repeated in a flat voice, then carefully bent her head forward to let Dr. Troy examiner her skull. One of them was not making sense. She was hoping it was her. "Uh, well. I don't know. The idea isn't upsetting? So, I have no idea how I'd find out."

"I'll need to do a blood test," Christian said, finding no sign of recent injury. "To rule out someone slipping you something like GHB or Rohypnol."

Charlie's immediate reaction was to not let the doctor talking about sabretooth tigers take her blood. Her second reaction was to wonder if she had a choice. "Sure," she said, trying to seem amiable and unstressed. "No problem. That's fine. Really."

"Come with me (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/390688.html?thread=9088288#t9088288)," Christian said.

Christian ushered Charlie inside and indicated for her to sit on the exam table. He turned to strap on some latex gloves. "This will only take a few minutes, sweetheart," he said, getting the needle ready.

Charlene froze, gulping. "Maybe I could just. Do it myself?" she suggested, voice tensing. It wasn't like she actually remembered anything, she just suddenly know that she hated needles. A lot.

"Not unless you can prove to me you have medical training," Christian said, checking Charlie's arms and tying a rubber band around her upper left one. "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Charlene tried. She really did. She stayed very still. But her brain was screaming go away no go away bad idea bad bad bad BAD. She kept breathing, and gripped the edge of her chair, and then another wave of panic hit her, and she wished, wished, and then finally reached out and pushed at Dr. Troy.

At least, it kind of felt like a push, except her hands stayed just where they were.

Christian flew back and hit the wall, the needle flying from his hand. "What the hell?" he said, staring at Charlie.

Charlie stared back at him, more shocked than scared now. "What just happened?" She looked around for a giant... magnet? Something that pulled him away? "Are you.. are you okay?"

Christian eyed her suspiciously as he climbed to his feet. "You didn't do that?" he said.

Charlene laughed a little hysterically. "How could I? How could anybody? Are you crazy?"

Maybe not exactly politic, but unavoidable at this point.

"Well, something pushed me away," Christian said, disposing of the needle and preparing a fresh one. He kept a wary eye on Charlie as he moved closer to try again.

"It's not my fault," Charlene protested, starting to inch away. "You know, maybe, I don't need to have any blood taken. Or someone else should go first. Yes. Right. Baseline sample or maybe something to compare it to and oh god I really don't think I like needles--"

And wish and wish and push!

Christian had braced himself this time but still stumbled backwards. "All right," he said, tossing the second needle. "No blood. You must have some freaky powers like half the kids here."

"Sure. Powers. Seriously." Charlene nodded frantically, then stood up, grabbing her purse. "Thanks for checking on me and I think I need to get out of here, okay?" Whatever had happened was on her side, that much was clear. Time to take advantage of it before this guy came to his senses. "Bye!"

Christian watched her run out, then returned to the front desk. Opening Charlie's file on the laptop, he added, "Kicks like a mule."

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