Memory

“Do I know you?”

The man in the white coat smiled at her. “Apparently not. I’m Dr. Murphy. Do you know where you are?”

Concentrating hard, she tried to find the answer, but her mind was almost blank. Finally, she gave up and shook her head.

Her distress must have been obvious, for he reached out to touch her shoulder gently. “It’s alright. I’m here to help you. Now… Take it easy, but let’s try again. Where are you likely to find a doctor?”

The answer appeared in her mind but vanished before she could grab it. Try as she might, she could not find it again. It was hopeless.

He gave her a friendly smile. “That’s fine. We’ll come back to that later. Do you know your name?”

She knew the answer. Of course she remembered her name. “Yes.” She gave a relieved smile. “It’s…” It was gone. What was it? She knew it. She knew she knew it. But she didn’t. The information just wasn’t there.

“Okay. Do you remember me bringing you here?”

She didn’t. Her sense of frustration continued to grow.

“Do you remember screaming and struggling as I gave you an injection?”

His smile never wavered, but her frustration turned instantly to apprehension. What injection? “What?! What did you give me?”

Still he smiled. “Nothing terribly dangerous. It affects your memory. I wanted to see how effective it is.”

Now apprehension was replaced by terror. What was going on? Who was this man, and what had he done to her? Why? Her chest felt tight as she searched for some way of escape.

As she looked around, she saw a man in a white coat. “Do I know you?”

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