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squelching) wrote2023-10-19 12:05 am
squelching) wrote2023-10-19 12:05 am
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memshare: not by a human doctor.
It's five in the morning when you make it home.
You fumble a bit with the front door before you manage to get it open, heavy bundles of paper tucked under your arms as you make your way inside and shut the door behind you. The bell chimes, announcing your arrival, and you're not sure if Fuminori is asleep right now or not but you still call out with the customary I'm home.
"Ahh, so tired," you sigh as you climb the stairs. "I knew the trip would be hard."
Fuminori, as it turns out, is not asleep. He's already waiting for you, one foot in the hallway and another in the bedroom. "Saya!" he chides. "Where have you..." But he trails off as his eyes land on the thick stacks of paper in your arms. "What are those?"
"Your medical charts and surgery records," you answer easily. "I went back to the hospital today."
You walk past him into the bedroom, dropping the bundles on the floor and sending paper flying everywhere, before you grab your favorite cushion and all but collapse on it after setting it down.
"You walked all the way back from the hospital in the middle of the night?" Fuminori asks, baffled, following after you to sit on the bed.
"Sorry," you say, realizing he must have been worried when he got home from class to find that you had gone out without leaving a note. "I meant to come back sooner, but there were so many files to go through." You start to gather the scattered sheets of paper, sorting them back into the correct order. "So I decided to just bring everything," you continue. "It was so heavy."
"What are you planning to do with all this?" he asks, sounding like he doesn't quite get it yet.
"What do you mean?" you reply while holding one of his MRI photographs up to the light, because you think it should be obvious. There aren't many reasons to lug around heavy files like these. "I'm going to study it, of course. I'll have plenty of time to go over it here."
You're not sure if he believes you, but he doesn't say anything else — so you hunker down to start deciphering the mystery of whatever the doctors did to his brain to cause him to perceive someone like you as another human being. You mutter to yourself while you carefully read through each file, separating photos into a growing pile next to you.
"Do you understand this stuff?" Fuminori asks, after a couple of minutes.
"I learned a lot from Dad!" you reply, flashing him a grin before you return to the papers. You think you're getting the picture now. "Hmm... so that's how it is. No wonder it can't be fixed."
"... It can't?"
You smile at him. "Not by a human doctor."
Fuminori stares back at you blankly. But that's okay. You don't expect him to understand when you've been holding out on him.
"Even for me, it'll probably be tough," you say offhandedly, even as you continue to read through the rest of the files. "I'll have to experiment first."
You think you understand how his particular brand of agnosia works now. How to induce it in another human being. How to reverse it, too. But Fuminori is now telling you that he's tired and it's time to go to bed — so you set his medical records down and leave the planning for when it's not five in the morning.
You fumble a bit with the front door before you manage to get it open, heavy bundles of paper tucked under your arms as you make your way inside and shut the door behind you. The bell chimes, announcing your arrival, and you're not sure if Fuminori is asleep right now or not but you still call out with the customary I'm home.
"Ahh, so tired," you sigh as you climb the stairs. "I knew the trip would be hard."
Fuminori, as it turns out, is not asleep. He's already waiting for you, one foot in the hallway and another in the bedroom. "Saya!" he chides. "Where have you..." But he trails off as his eyes land on the thick stacks of paper in your arms. "What are those?"
"Your medical charts and surgery records," you answer easily. "I went back to the hospital today."
You walk past him into the bedroom, dropping the bundles on the floor and sending paper flying everywhere, before you grab your favorite cushion and all but collapse on it after setting it down.
"You walked all the way back from the hospital in the middle of the night?" Fuminori asks, baffled, following after you to sit on the bed.
"Sorry," you say, realizing he must have been worried when he got home from class to find that you had gone out without leaving a note. "I meant to come back sooner, but there were so many files to go through." You start to gather the scattered sheets of paper, sorting them back into the correct order. "So I decided to just bring everything," you continue. "It was so heavy."
"What are you planning to do with all this?" he asks, sounding like he doesn't quite get it yet.
"What do you mean?" you reply while holding one of his MRI photographs up to the light, because you think it should be obvious. There aren't many reasons to lug around heavy files like these. "I'm going to study it, of course. I'll have plenty of time to go over it here."
You're not sure if he believes you, but he doesn't say anything else — so you hunker down to start deciphering the mystery of whatever the doctors did to his brain to cause him to perceive someone like you as another human being. You mutter to yourself while you carefully read through each file, separating photos into a growing pile next to you.
"Do you understand this stuff?" Fuminori asks, after a couple of minutes.
"I learned a lot from Dad!" you reply, flashing him a grin before you return to the papers. You think you're getting the picture now. "Hmm... so that's how it is. No wonder it can't be fixed."
"... It can't?"
You smile at him. "Not by a human doctor."
Fuminori stares back at you blankly. But that's okay. You don't expect him to understand when you've been holding out on him.
"Even for me, it'll probably be tough," you say offhandedly, even as you continue to read through the rest of the files. "I'll have to experiment first."
You think you understand how his particular brand of agnosia works now. How to induce it in another human being. How to reverse it, too. But Fuminori is now telling you that he's tired and it's time to go to bed — so you set his medical records down and leave the planning for when it's not five in the morning.