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"But… Nathan, that’s impossible"
He frowned "What do you s" I shook ot ies made it impossible Nathan, Minnie, and Beverly slept on the bed last night I have to have an implant, or I wouldn’t have been able to breathe So where did it go? Why isn’t it shedding marker proteins? Nathan, where is my implant?"
A throat was cleared behind us We both turned to see Dr Cale sitting there, patiently waiting to be noticed "Take her to the MRI scanner," she said quietly
Nathan and I exchanged a look It felt like a hand was squeezing my heart I didn’t want to know I didn’t want to know…
We went
It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise to discover that Dr Cale’s lab was outfitted with a state-of-the-art MRI scanner I still tried to focus onelse, as Nathan helped s and thru perfectly still
The noise of thea backbeat that filled the world Please, I thought Please, it’s so else Please, it’s not what I think it is Please, there’s another answer…
The machine shut off around me, and the automated bed slid back out into the open I slid back toup the first ies of my insides
In my abdomen, where the white mass of the Sy; just nor from my accident I was clean The blood tests had been truthful I did not have a D sys Or in my spinal cord
It ales of my head, where white spools of taperapped theions of rated It had clearly been there for quite soured it out when I met Adam and Tansy I simply hadn’t wanted to remember
I’d never seen a picture of myself before
"The protein markers couldn’t cross the blood-brain barrier in a detectable form," said Nathan quietly "It’s e couldn’t detect…" He stopped, obviously unsure how to finish the sentence I suppose saying "you" would have been a little too on the nose
"Mohter--Sally Mitchell--really did die in that accident I really was a stranger I was a stranger to the entire human race "Oh, ," he said, a sudden sharp fierceness in his voice He stood, taking htly I was afraid one or both of us ht be crushed In that moment, I wouldn’t have "
I looked over his shoulder to where Dr Cale sat in her wheelchair, watching us So much made sense now So much still had to be "
The broken doors were open
We had so far left to go
TO BE CONTINUED…