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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
31
Views:
3,962
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fiction. Resemblance = accident. Copyrighted.
Part 1, chapter 10
- X -
HERE
Jack knew that he was beyond useless in the hospital with Kristine and the other kid… What the hell is his name? Marc? Mickey? Ah, who cares… No, wait, it’s Michael. Michael Kennedy, that’s right. Both of them were still in the coma and Gary said that he has no idea when (“If,” his inner voice whispered) when, when goddammit, when are they going to come out of it.
“Jack,” Gary was saying to him. “Jack, this coma might last for a week or longer.”
“How much longer?” Jack asked in a very calm voice.
“A month… Maybe longer…” Gary whispered. “Jack, I knew Kris since she was eight years old, this is just…”
“I know, I know, Gary. It’s hard, I know. What about that Kennedy boy? How is he doing?”
“Well,” Gary took his glasses off and suddenly without his glasses his face looked almost scared and helpless. “Jack, there is this weird thing…”
“What weird thing?” Jack’s shoulders tensed immediately. “Gary, please tell me if Kris is going to die. You have to tell me, you understand?! You have to…”
“No, no, no, no…. Nothing like that Jack. It’s just well… weird…” He put his glasses back on his nose and beckoned to Jack. “Come with me, will you? There is something weird going on, never had to deal with anything like it in my entire practice, really…”
“That weird?” Jack was even amused by this point.
“Come with me,” Gary said tiredly. “See for yourself”
They walked into Gary’s office and the doctor dimmed the lights and turned on a medium size projector screen. He quickly put some slides under the blind eye of the lense, and Jack looked at the projector screen with puzzlement.
“What am I looking at?” he asked finally.
“Brain activity scans,” Gary carefully adjusted the slides.
“Okay,” Jack said slowly. “Why are showing me two of the same one?”
Gary blinked at him.
“That’s the thing, Jack,” he said quietly. “They are not the same one. They came from two different people.”
Jack stared at him with confusion and slowly shifted his gaze back to the screen.
“Gary,” he said finally. “They look the same.”
“I know,” Gary nodded. “That’s why I said it was weird. I never had to deal with anything like this before.”
He walked to the screen and tapped his pencil on the image on the right.
“This one is Kristine’s.” He took a small step sideways and tapped the pencil on the image on the left. “This one is Michael’s.”
Jack stared at the images. Finally, he shook his head.
“Hold on… How is that even possible?”
“I don’t know,” Gary shrugged. “It’s like both of them are linked somehow… Like they are trapped in the same variation of coma or something. I don’t know how to explain this, Jack.”
Jack stepped closer and stared at the screen again without saying a single word.
HERE
Jack knew that he was beyond useless in the hospital with Kristine and the other kid… What the hell is his name? Marc? Mickey? Ah, who cares… No, wait, it’s Michael. Michael Kennedy, that’s right. Both of them were still in the coma and Gary said that he has no idea when (“If,” his inner voice whispered) when, when goddammit, when are they going to come out of it.
“Jack,” Gary was saying to him. “Jack, this coma might last for a week or longer.”
“How much longer?” Jack asked in a very calm voice.
“A month… Maybe longer…” Gary whispered. “Jack, I knew Kris since she was eight years old, this is just…”
“I know, I know, Gary. It’s hard, I know. What about that Kennedy boy? How is he doing?”
“Well,” Gary took his glasses off and suddenly without his glasses his face looked almost scared and helpless. “Jack, there is this weird thing…”
“What weird thing?” Jack’s shoulders tensed immediately. “Gary, please tell me if Kris is going to die. You have to tell me, you understand?! You have to…”
“No, no, no, no…. Nothing like that Jack. It’s just well… weird…” He put his glasses back on his nose and beckoned to Jack. “Come with me, will you? There is something weird going on, never had to deal with anything like it in my entire practice, really…”
“That weird?” Jack was even amused by this point.
“Come with me,” Gary said tiredly. “See for yourself”
They walked into Gary’s office and the doctor dimmed the lights and turned on a medium size projector screen. He quickly put some slides under the blind eye of the lense, and Jack looked at the projector screen with puzzlement.
“What am I looking at?” he asked finally.
“Brain activity scans,” Gary carefully adjusted the slides.
“Okay,” Jack said slowly. “Why are showing me two of the same one?”
Gary blinked at him.
“That’s the thing, Jack,” he said quietly. “They are not the same one. They came from two different people.”
Jack stared at him with confusion and slowly shifted his gaze back to the screen.
“Gary,” he said finally. “They look the same.”
“I know,” Gary nodded. “That’s why I said it was weird. I never had to deal with anything like this before.”
He walked to the screen and tapped his pencil on the image on the right.
“This one is Kristine’s.” He took a small step sideways and tapped the pencil on the image on the left. “This one is Michael’s.”
Jack stared at the images. Finally, he shook his head.
“Hold on… How is that even possible?”
“I don’t know,” Gary shrugged. “It’s like both of them are linked somehow… Like they are trapped in the same variation of coma or something. I don’t know how to explain this, Jack.”
Jack stepped closer and stared at the screen again without saying a single word.