The library was situated at the furthest end of the long hallway, or room so as to say. Empty beds lay on either side of the hall as they passed them. Some patients were on their beds, nursing their wounds, and some were just sharing stories amongst themselves. He saw his empty bed in his lone curtain partition. When she opened the door to her office, it took a little staggering walk for him to enter. He wasn't sure why she wanted him there and that very moment... so abruptly. He found his way to a chair and sat across from her on the wooden table, with neatly arranged files on it. Her computer was also there and among some pens and a whole bunch of doctor stuff. Books and books were all over the table.
"So, why call me here doctor?"
"I have some news to tell you." She told him, giving a sharp glare.
"Wait... did anything wrong happen with my leg?" He asked worriedly.
"No, no. Cool down." The doctor answered after a soft chuckle. "You asked me why I have not been available since we last saw each other... these past few days. And my reason is because I've been searching for answers."
"Answers? About what?"
"Your condition." She answered. He raised a brow. "Ethan it took me a while but I dug in a lot of online materials and resources. Books, encyclopedias, Wikipedia you name it. I've been doing my research and Ethan... something really did happen to you that night."
Ethan yanked himself forward. The topic under discussion was interesting. "I know yeah. I told you. So you do believe me."
"I already started a long time ago. The brain is known to lose consciousness or what you call blackout due to a lot of facts, one being concussion, sometimes. At first, I thought that you had experienced a concussion, but as you told me, that woman never hit you back... on your head or body or something, did she?"
"No. I was, um... too strong for her." He answered apologetically.
"That's what I concluded later on. It is known that it's not necessary for a person to lose consciousness after experiencing a concussion." Dr. May told him, showing him some MRI photos of the brain. The photographs were of brain activity being less active after an individual had experienced a concussion: four of them, clearly indicating reduction of brain activity. "The brain is designed in a way, that even when we lose our consciousness, it continues to undertake some primary activities like breathing and all that on its subconscious level. As you can see from these images, in rare circumstances, can a brain lose total viability and continue to function as yours did. You were still there ra –um..."
"It's okay you can say it..." He softly spoke up, as he looked away embarrassed.
"I won't say it because you didn't do it, Ethan." She responded affirmatively. She turned back to the photos. "When you became absent in your mind and lost, your conscious was gone. Brain activity requires energy for it to continue to function consistently, and yours had to function well in an awake state. Thee conscious state. Your mind was half asleep that day, and something else had to take control. Your conscious couldn't be absent and still manage to do all that happened that day at the same time. Something else was in control. Something else was the new full conscious of you."
Ethan blinked a lot as he digested the confusing terms. "So, what are you suggesting? Mind control?"
"Yeah... how did you know?" She asked. He kept quiet. "Oh my god, you already knew."
"I didn't know... it was just a hypothesis my mom came up with. I wasn't sure at first. Mind control? Is that even a thing?"
"Call it whatever you want, but yeah... something else was in control that day."
Ethan's teeth ground against each other as a vein popped up on his temple. He brushed his hair back and shook his head afterward, eyes closed. "My mom was right. I was drugged."
"Drugged?"
"Yes."
"How? With what?"
"Some drinks I guess."
"And who would do that?"
"Some girl back from campus, at least she's the only suspect."
Her eyes popped up. "Is she a science nerd or something?" The doctor asked.
"No. Science was never her thing."
"What did she study?"
"Why are you asking?" Ethan inquired suspiciously. Dr. May rose up from her seat and paced up and down the room, slamming her fist into the palm of her other hand repeatedly.
"Trust me on this. Just tell me. I'm onto something."
"Um, she studied Literature or something. Can't quite remember."
"Can't remember?" She asked, scoffing. "Ethan you need to remember. Please."
"Um," he started with a struggle, "yeah, I think she did Literature. I'm positive."
"Okay." Dr. May noted something down in a book. "Was she a science geek or?"
"Pfftt!" Ethan scoffed. "Shallon? A science geek? I'd rather believe that Racial Justice System exits all over America."
"So, she isn't a science nerd whatsoever?"
"Yeah. Why ask?"
"Because Ethan that mind control thing requires IQ levels that are so mind-blowing to even design a theoretical idea, let alone implement it. Things like this, um... it has to do with the brain impulses and the patterns it gets and receives signals. Basically, it's machinery. And as a doctor, despite my profession being not connected to bio robotics, I personally know that this is bio robotics. A device was used... one that has never totally existed and if it has already been created, it required some really serious science brains for the person who would even think of coming up with such a thing."
Some really serious science brains.
Really serious science brains.
Serious science brains.