Parallel Me

Parallel Me Part 13

"Good morning." A kindly voice said to me as I opened my eyes, and turned them towards the sound of it. A young lady in a blue and white uniform; was sitting in a chair beside my bed. She took my hand as she got up, then looking at the watch she took my pulse. When she had finished, she smiled down at me and said.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back." She smilingly said and she walked out of the small room, I was now in and disappeared from my sight. She was soon back and had two male doctors with her, one I thought I'd seen before.

"How are we this morning?" He asked looking into my eyes, with that light thing he had before. I didn't answer, I didn't know.

"See he's obviously awake, but he's not quite with us yet although he's come around several times. You've read his medical notes, I'm wondering if his condition is within your field of interest. They didn't find him until three days after the bomb went off; it's a miracle he's alive. There was not a bone broken or any deep lacerations, just small cuts and abrasions that have now healed. He was buried under tons of rubble, but he was saved by the balcony he was on."

"The blast folded the balcony up to form a box around him when the building collapsed; it protected him from falling debris. The men searching had given up on finding anyone else alive and were moving rubble with a mechanical digger. Then someone noticed his feet and thought they had another corps. He's been in a comer ever since he was found; he's been here with us for three weeks since the ninth of November." The Doctor looking into my eyes said to the other Doctor. The second Doctor had been looking at me as the first was talking and then looking at the notes he was holding said.

"Yes, he does seem to have a degree of awareness but doesn't respond to prompting. It could be a kind of amnesia brought on by the concussion of the blast. A sort of blocking out of the world around him, as if he doesn't want to know what happened. It says here there was heavy brushing, and swelling of his temples. Which would imply a heavy blow to the head, or prolonged presser by the debris on his head? I would suggest his survival is only due to his fitness and stamina, a man with lesser physic wouldn't have survived for so long." Said the second Doctor, closing the folder he was looking at. He then turned to the nurse, who was holding my hand and asked.

"You and three other nurses have been constantly monitoring him, has he spoken at all when he opens his eyes."

"No Doctor, it would have been reported if he had. It is only in the last four days, that he has opened his eyes at all. At first, he just stared blankly at the ceiling, until last night when he turned his eyes to look at the duty nurse. He hasn't moved his lips, or tried to speak at all." She said still holding my hand, and smiling down at me. As he turned his attention back to the first doctor, the second doctor asked.

"He's still on sedatives I presume, can we lessen the dose now we think he's coming around? He is obviously confused who wouldn't be, after what he's been through. The sedatives will only keep him that way; I would suggest completely taking him off them in two days. If the memories flood back and threaten to overwhelm him, we can administer a mild sedative to relax him if we need to. There is nothing in his notes about any violent episodes, while he's been in this comer. That could mean he's not dreaming or having flashbacks of what he's been through." I heard a phone ringing, and a nurse came in and spoke to the first Doctor.

"That was the Rear Admirals aide; I told him there was no change as yet Doctor." She said and left to go back to her office, leaving the Doctor rubbing his chin and looking at me.

"Every day since he's been here, I've had phone calls from C N C Portsmouth. Once a week a lady, representing the First Sea Lord arrives. They want to know when and if this man will ever be returned to normality, and I can't tell them if he is going to be a vegetable or not. Look at him a perfect example of a Greek statue," The Doctor said pulling the bed cover down to my waist.