MePersonally
To stay alive you've got to kill your mind.
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_Exodus_
Jan 5th, 1920
New York City
Fog was lying heavy over the town. It had snowed the two previous days, but now the skies were covered in grey. The street was covered with an icy layer, which made putting each foot in front of the other without slipping a challenging task. While he was trying his best to walk gracefully, the leather soles of his expensive shoes not granting him the best grip, his mind was wandering. Somewhere not so far away, he heard a horse huff and the sound of carriage wheels, mixed with footsteps. The sounds were muffled, people barely visible, everything was enclosed in a deep layer of a white cloud. If he hadn’t known the way by heart, he might have gotten lost in the narrow streets he was walking.
Hiding his hands in his pockets, John took the last few steps and then turned right, entering a building of impressive magnitude. A stairway lead to a massive portal, which he pressed open. The fog was gone, and he needed a moment to get used to the fact that he could now see further than the tip of his hat, but soon his vision was blurred again by his glasses fogging up. With a sigh, he pulled them off his nose and cleaned them with his white gloves, before taking the latter ones off and shoving them into his pocket.
His steps echoed through the halls, as he ascended another stairway, then turned to the left and headed towards a door.
Dr Jonathan Garnett, Sr., was written on the door in gold letters.
Subconsciously straightening his posture, as he walked into his father’s office, he pulled a vile out of his pocket.
“Father”, he stated and set the vile down on the desk.
“Did you get it?”, the old man behind the desk asked. He was referring to the content of the vile, a special mixture of sedatives, which he needed for a patient.
John nodded at his father, whose name he had inherited and carried with pride, just as he was meant to inherit the family legacy.
“I want you to give it to him”, Dr Garnett Senior encouraged his son and shoved the vile in his son’s direction.
John’s face hardened: “You know what I think about drugging them.”
With an exasperated sigh, his father shook his head.
“What would you propose we do to help him?”, the old man asked, visibly tired of his son’s reaction to the order. It was a rhetorical question, but John wasn’t planning to let that stop him from showing his -gruesomely old-fashioned- father that he had an actual idea.
“Watson proposes that the fear could go away if we…”
“Watson”, Jonathan Sr. sighed and shook his head again, “He is a madman himself. How would it help to cause the patient distress by exposing him to his fears if we can help him stay calm through these drugs?”
“But he is the future, Father! I can feel it!”, John insisted.
Before Dr Garnett Sr could contradict, the door to the office swung open and a man in a white medical coat stormed into the room. He looked at John’s father with a furrow in his brow.
“There’s another one”, he informed Dr Garnett Sr.
Both, father and son looked up immediately and Jonathan Sr got up from his chair.
“I’ll go”, John reassured his father and followed the young doctor through the hallways.
“What happened?”, he demanded to know, while he prepared himself mentally.
“It’ another memory loss. Just like that. His wife says he’d just been about to leave for work, when he suddenly forgot everything.”
John nodded. It was the fifth case within a week. Something seemed to be happening around here.
Jan 5th, 1920
New York City
Fog was lying heavy over the town. It had snowed the two previous days, but now the skies were covered in grey. The street was covered with an icy layer, which made putting each foot in front of the other without slipping a challenging task. While he was trying his best to walk gracefully, the leather soles of his expensive shoes not granting him the best grip, his mind was wandering. Somewhere not so far away, he heard a horse huff and the sound of carriage wheels, mixed with footsteps. The sounds were muffled, people barely visible, everything was enclosed in a deep layer of a white cloud. If he hadn’t known the way by heart, he might have gotten lost in the narrow streets he was walking.
Hiding his hands in his pockets, John took the last few steps and then turned right, entering a building of impressive magnitude. A stairway lead to a massive portal, which he pressed open. The fog was gone, and he needed a moment to get used to the fact that he could now see further than the tip of his hat, but soon his vision was blurred again by his glasses fogging up. With a sigh, he pulled them off his nose and cleaned them with his white gloves, before taking the latter ones off and shoving them into his pocket.
His steps echoed through the halls, as he ascended another stairway, then turned to the left and headed towards a door.
Dr Jonathan Garnett, Sr., was written on the door in gold letters.
Subconsciously straightening his posture, as he walked into his father’s office, he pulled a vile out of his pocket.
“Father”, he stated and set the vile down on the desk.
“Did you get it?”, the old man behind the desk asked. He was referring to the content of the vile, a special mixture of sedatives, which he needed for a patient.
John nodded at his father, whose name he had inherited and carried with pride, just as he was meant to inherit the family legacy.
“I want you to give it to him”, Dr Garnett Senior encouraged his son and shoved the vile in his son’s direction.
John’s face hardened: “You know what I think about drugging them.”
With an exasperated sigh, his father shook his head.
“What would you propose we do to help him?”, the old man asked, visibly tired of his son’s reaction to the order. It was a rhetorical question, but John wasn’t planning to let that stop him from showing his -gruesomely old-fashioned- father that he had an actual idea.
“Watson proposes that the fear could go away if we…”
“Watson”, Jonathan Sr. sighed and shook his head again, “He is a madman himself. How would it help to cause the patient distress by exposing him to his fears if we can help him stay calm through these drugs?”
“But he is the future, Father! I can feel it!”, John insisted.
Before Dr Garnett Sr could contradict, the door to the office swung open and a man in a white medical coat stormed into the room. He looked at John’s father with a furrow in his brow.
“There’s another one”, he informed Dr Garnett Sr.
Both, father and son looked up immediately and Jonathan Sr got up from his chair.
“I’ll go”, John reassured his father and followed the young doctor through the hallways.
“What happened?”, he demanded to know, while he prepared himself mentally.
“It’ another memory loss. Just like that. His wife says he’d just been about to leave for work, when he suddenly forgot everything.”
John nodded. It was the fifth case within a week. Something seemed to be happening around here.