[“Quite frankly it’s amazing that you don’t suddenly feel any smarter or are seeing things that others can’t or some, some, some kinda superhero-ish stuff like that. I mean, you do, still feel the same right??”]
The pause seems immense for Dr. Miramar as he waits for Jason to reply. Meanwhile Jason is still lost in the puzzlement of the news he was told before. His mind trips across his lack of understanding of how he survived the accident in the first place and the whole scene begins to replay in his head once more, but is abruptly stopped when he sees the image of the female motorist in his head again.
“Wait. You said I could be seeing things?”
Anxiously the doctor replies “Yes”.
“Did you see something abnormal?”
“Maybe. There was a girl in another car that hit mine. That was the whole reason I was even stopped there in the first place. And after everything was said and done, skhe was nowhere to be found. I may have been a bit shaken up and all, but I definitely didn’t see anyone noticing a dead body that belonged to her or helping anyone else outside of a vehicle that was injured.”
“Not to be morbid or anything, but my best guess for her is that she’s dead and probably was so tangled up in the two cars that no one even noticed her at all.
“Well, isn’t that the most reassuring shit to hear from a doctor. Can I go home?”
Hesitant, the doctor closes Jason’s medical file
“We’d like to uh, keep you for some uh… further observation if you’d allow it…”
A strong aire of annoyance overruns Jason as he flops backwards onto his back in bed and stares bleakly at the ceiling with his hands still fingering the texture of the bandages on his head.
“Someone needs to call my fiancé, and you need to find yourself another guinea pig.”
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