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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 9:38:38 GMT
| So. He wasn’t the only one who knew something was wrong. That was good, excellent even. The others may have been able to just leave but Will… Well, he couldn’t let something like this go so easily.
Still, Persephone was right. They shouldn’t be discussing this here. He wasn’t quite sure why, but Will had a feeling that their miraculous recovery was not going to be one without consequence. A mysterious stranger saves six lives and then disappears? He could’ve laughed aloud at the thought. No.
Nothing happened without reason, and a person that skilled would not have done such a thing out of something as trivial as a desire to do good. Or rather, if they had done it out of the goodness of their heart, they wouldn’t have disappeared, they would’ve kept working in the hospital, and they would’ve been widely known.
He had to be missing something, but what? What reason could there have been? Why was it them who had been saved, and not others?
But he was obsessing again, and he took a moment to drag his attention back to Persephone in order to answer her question.
“I’ve got an office that’s about an hour away on foot, but I know a couple of other places where we probably won’t be overheard. What would you prefer?”
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 6, 2016 9:35:57 GMT
| None of it made any sense. Two days. How the hell could it have only been two days? Even the damn doctor didn’t know.
Shit, he needed to get his priorities straight. Okay, okay. He was alive, it was the fifth, the doctor didn’t know how they were alive. Okay.
Who was the doctor who’d saved them? Dammit, he needed more information to work on. He hated being in the dark. The others were still talking to the doctor, but Will took a couple of steps back from them and rubbed at his temples. He could feel something… weird. It was like something was pressing down on his skull, similar to how he used to feel after spending too long on a case, taking in too many details at once.
Mason spoke up then. “I wanna thank her too. I also… want to put on some pants.”
Of course, clothes. They were still standing around in their hospital gowns. And Will had something else he wanted as well. His glasses, or at least a pair close enough to his prescription to be usable.
First things first though. “Yeah, we do need to thank her. If you could direct us to the nurse that’d be great. Oh, and do you know if my glasses survived the crash? I can barely see anything without them.”
To know what you know and what you do not know, that is true knowledge.
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 5, 2016 21:29:17 GMT
| Strange.
What did he know? There had been a car crash on June 3rd. All six of them were involved. All six of them were totally unharmed. It was apparently June 5th.
The pieces didn’t add up, they just didn’t. He had to be missing something. He could still remember the impact, still remember going into shock. You couldn’t recover from something like that without weeks, months, in hospital, and even then you’d probably never be the same.
Yet there they stood, unharmed. Not even a scratch, from a wound that should’ve been lethal.
What the hell was he missing? Had the crash never happened maybe, had it only been mass hysteria?
No, that was impossible. People can hallucinate a lot of things, but multiple people experiencing the exact same hallucination of the exact same incident, something which had left them all in a hospital bed? No.
He needed more information, one of the hospital staff maybe, or another victim of the crash who knew more. He needed to narrow it down.
Footsteps echoed on the floor nearby and Will twisted to look in that direction, catching sight of a rapidly approaching white blur. A doctor maybe, in a lab coat.
“You’re awake! You’re… all… awake…”
A man, sounding tired.
Will brushed past Dominic and Mason from where he had been standing behind them before addressing the man directly. “Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me what day it is. The chart says it’s the 5th, but I’d prefer to be sure.”
Truth is Subjective
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 5, 2016 21:18:46 GMT
| The fifth? That didn’t make sense. It couldn’t have only been two days, he’d felt the impact, felt himself go into shock. He should’ve been in agony, if not already dead. Hell, he probably shouldn’t have even been awake yet.
He placed his hand on the bandages across his stomach and gently pressed down on them, but felt no pain.
This was crazy. This was insane. Maybe he was dying, and this was just a hallucination created by his dying mind to make his last minutes more bearable. Actually, no. That was stupid. If he was going to hallucinate something to make himself feel better, he’d be hallucinating something rather more enjoyable than sitting in a hospital bed.
Shit, okay. He could deal with how impossible his recovery had been later, right now he’d just been asked a question and the guy needed an answer.
“Not a scratch somehow, considering what happened. I mean, Jesus, it’s only been two days. I’m Will by the way, Will Chase.”
A suspicious mind is a healthy mind
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 5, 2016 21:12:19 GMT
| How do you deal with something you don’t know. If your name is William Chase, you obsess. You focus all of your time and effort on that one thing, and only let go when you finally know the truth. If you can’t find the truth, you obsess further. You ask questions, track down leads and examine every tiny little facet of the information you have.
But Will hadn’t yet gone through that, he was still at the beginning, still hopeful that this would be an open and shut case like so many he had gone through before. This was before everything changed.
Claire, Mason and Alice had wandered off, apparently planning to go to the former’s apartment. Dominic has split off on his own. That left Will and Persephone standing alone. She may well have been feeling awkward, but he was too focussed to even register it, running back over what had happened in his head, trying to find something to link the events.
A car crash, and a miracle doctor that left nothing behind, no way to contact them. It didn’t make sense; while he hadn’t been keeping nearly as keen an eye on the hospitals nearby as he had the police department, he would’ve heard about a doctor as skilled as the one who had saved them.
Hell, he’d had friends who could’ve used such a person.
Maybe they were new… But no, that didn’t explain why no one had recognised them. They hadn’t signed off on the charts, hadn’t done anything but save the six of them and then vanish.
“Hey Persephone,” he said, breaking the silence. “Does this whole situation just feel… off, to you?”
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 5, 2016 21:03:11 GMT
| There’s something to be said for the wonders of modern hospitals. After all, it’s not every day you fall unconscious after smashing into another car, feel the shudder of the impact, feel the agony as your head snapped forward and then back at speeds far faster than is healthy, and feel the cold as a metal bar drives into your stomach, and then wake up without anything more than an itch at the point you had been struck.
Will cracked open his eyes, wincing as the bright light nearly blinded him for a second, before closing them again and settling back. There was… talking. A man and a woman.
“...car accident Mr Weaver, now please, return to your bed.”
Ah. Someone else was in the room. Another victim?
How long had it been? A week? A month? Shit, his sister would be so pissed. She’d wanted him to visit and meet her new boyfriend. Fuck, that was the least of his problems wasn’t it? He’d just been in a car crash, he didn’t have the money for whatever exorbitant hospital bill he was going to be charged. He needed to be working, he needed something to do, something to learn.
He forced himself up, scrabbling to the side of the bed for his glasses before he stopped, suddenly feeling like an idiot. He was in the hospital, of course he didn’t have his glasses.
He peered around the room as best he could, seeing what he thought were two men further along, in opposite beds. They were little more than blurs, but his hearing was thankfully unaffected and he was aware of them talking. One was asking how the other was, and the other responded before following up with a question of his own.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like I’ve got any kinda medical issue going on here.”
Will, deciding that he needed to do something before he went nuts from being cooped up in a hospital bed, asked a question of his own. “I don’t suppose you two know what date it is do you? My sister was expecting a visit, and I really don’t want her to think that I’ve forgotten about it. And while we’re talking about the date, I don’t suppose either of you remember why you ended up in here?”
An open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded
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Post by Will Chase on Nov 5, 2016 20:25:24 GMT
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