insane. He just didn’t know what to think. What to do.
He could go to the police, tell them what he saw, and watch as they laughed him out of the station.
He could build a bomb shelter in his basement to hide in.
He could talk to a psychologist and find out if he was losing his mind.
He could fashion a hat out of tin foil and paint some signs declaring the end of the world was near.
He could go after Amy and demand some answers.
Brian shook his head, as if this violent action would somehow scour these crazy ideas from his mind. It must have worked to some degree because when he finally stopped, he felt a little dizzy, but also a little saner.
In the end, he did the only thing a sensible, rational man could do: he decided to focus on his next patient. The best thing for a troubled mind, after all, was occupying it with work.
Brian typed up his notes on the computer (leaving out all mention of the eyeball, of course) as his assistant, Marsha, cleaned up and prepared the room for the next patient. Once Marsha was gone, he glanced at the schedule to see who was next of the docket: Jessica Holmes. College junior, if he remembered correctly. It wasn’t abnormal to see a string of college students at the end of December and beginning of January; he called them his Summer-Winter crew, as they came in for the biannual check-ups when they returned home for summer and winter breaks. Brian tried to remember where Jessica went to school, but he couldn’t locate that piece of info within his memory, so he returned to the computer and opened up her chart. He had created a special section within every patient’s record to store personal information so that he knew what to talk to the patients about (How old is the baby now? How was graduation? How is your knee after the surgery?)
He accessed this section in Jessica’s chart and quickly scanned his notes.
His heart seemed to miss a beat and he felt that familiar icy tingle do the tango up and down his spine again.
She went to the University of Southern California.
He wondered how far UCLA was from USC.
He wondered if, just maybe, he would be seeing another one of those tongue rings again real soon.
And at that moment, his stomach suddenly queasy, Brian wished he had also called out sick from work that day.
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