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Post by nightwing on Aug 25, 2003 20:17:36 GMT -5
It is 3 am in New York City. Even in the "city that never sleeps," there is an unusual quiet. Except for that in the operating room in the New York Branch of S.T.A.R. LABS...
"Okay, the kidney's pinking up again."
"Hold up, that cut *did* nick the ureter. Chisolm-"
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I got it. Clamp."
"Clamp."
"Suture."
"Suture."
"Shift over, Joe. And get me more light over here."
"I got blood in the suction again."
"dang. Chisolm-"
"Just one more suture-"
"This section of the descending colon is just destroyed, Maya."
"Keep that irrigated. He doesn't need this wound to go septic if
he makes it through this."
"He'll make it, Doctor."
"Look, Lorna, I-"
"He'll make it, Doctor. Jerry-"
"BP's crashing again."
"Dammit, where's that blood coming from! Maya-!"
"More light! Joe, move!"
"Jerry, we're going to
need more clamps and sutures. And a couple of -"
"Still dropping."
"Jocelyn, get another unit started. Someone find that bleeder!"
"I'm on it."
"Jerry, more blood, too."
"Right away, Dr."
"Found it! Clamp!"
"Clamp."
"Pressure stabilizing."
"Watch that EKG, that rhythm's looking - dang!"
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Post by nightwing on Aug 26, 2003 6:37:29 GMT -5
"Mr. Doe?"
He could hear the voice. It sounded soft but distant. He didn't answer.
"Mr. Doe, can you hear me?" Who was that? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Very weakly he opened his eyes.
"Thank god, you're awake." said the voice. Soon his eyes adjusted and he could see a face. It belonged to a beautiful young woman with hazel eyes and long black hair.
"Do you know where you are sir?" she asked.
He tried to talk, but his throat hurt too much. He shook his head.
"You're in New York sir, do you remember who I am?" Again he tried to speak, but his voice hurt too much.
"Doctor..." was all he could get out.
"Yes, that right. I'm Doctor Lorna," she smiled. "Sir, do you know who you are? Do you remember what happened to you?"
He tried to think, but he couldn't remember. All he could remember was waking up naked in a cold damp cell with many cuts and bruises all over his body. Again he shook his head no. Lorna's smile fell.
"We found you in a jail cell in Washington D.C. you appeared to have been tortured for many hours. We brought you here, and operated on you for 8 straight hours.
"You are really a pain in the butt," she said with another smile. He couldn't help but smile back.
"Sorry," he choked out still with a slight smile.
"Look, you need to get some rest," she told him. "I need to get some work done. I'll come check in on you later okay John?"
"John?" he asked in confusion. "thought... didn't... know..."
'You thought we didn't know you name?" He nodded. "Well... we don't. I'm sorry. We can't seem to find any trace of you anywhere in the United States. So until we DO find out, is it okay that he call you John Doe?"
'John' thought for a moment. The name did seem familiar and important to him, but still...
"Now get some sleep," Lorna ordered. John nodded, and closed his eyes. Lorna stood for a moment and watched him for a bit with a very sorry expression.
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Post by nightwing on Aug 26, 2003 19:36:19 GMT -5
Two days later "John Doe" was allowed to take some time out of his room and on to the small garden that S.T.A.R Labs had set up in the back. There were many plants in the garden, but they were not from this Earth. They had been grown here for study, but still it was a nice place to sit and think.
"Who am I?" he asked himself again, as he sit under a large tree from a planet he never heard of. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't recall anything up until three days ago when he awoke in the Cell in Washington.
"Mr. Doe?"
'John' turned his head to the voice. It was Dr. Gellar, her long black hair tied back in a bun and several pencils were placed in the bun. She looked tired.
"How are you doing this morning?"
"I'd say I've been better, but I don't think I could justify that," he replied with a grin. Lorna was suprised that someone with no memory of who they were could still have a sense of humor.
"Mr. Doe-" He held up his hand to stop her.
"Please don't call me that," he said still with a grin. "It makes me sound like... well someone's father." Lorna couldn't help but laugh.
"How about 'John' then?" she asked. 'John' nodded.
"John, I'm sorry to say that we haven't found any record of you anywhere," she said still not believing it. How could someone just not exsist until three days ago?
"Funny, I had to have been somewhere," he quiped.
"John," she said trying to keep a straight face. "I'm serious. There has been NO record of you. No finger prints, police reports, missing people nothing. I'm sorry."
'John' sighed. "Don't appoligize Doctor."
"Lorna." she added.
"Lorna." he repeated. "So... What do I do now?"
"Well," she said bitting her lower lip. "I do have one idea..."
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Post by nightwing on Aug 26, 2003 20:20:39 GMT -5
'John' sat in the a small room with two chairs. He felt very uneasy about what Lorna had planned for him. Suddenly there came a knock at the door and Dr. Lorna came in with a young brunette girl. No more then 11 years old.
"John, this is Tara," she said, the young girl shaking 'John's' bandaged hand.
Tara was a metahuman. Her Telepathic powers had begun to develope several months ago and her parent had brought her to S.T.A.R. Labs for help. She was shown to be an amazing student and had developed a great deal of control over her abilities.
What Lorna wanted to do was have Tara use her abilities to try and retreave John's memories.
"Are you ready?" Lorna asked 'John".
"I guess," he replied.
"All right," Lorna siad and turned to Tara. "Ready?" The young girl nodded. 'John' noticed that Tara seemed to be rather... together for such a young girl.
"I have to be," she told him. 'John' looked stunned and smiled.
"No fair, I wasn't ready." Tara smiled and then put her hands on both sides of 'John's' head.
"Okay sir, I need you to relax..."
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Post by nightwing on Aug 26, 2003 20:41:12 GMT -5
'John' and Tara sat in silence for several minutes. 'John' wasn't really sure what was supposed to happen. But from the strained look on the young girl's face it wasn't going as planned.
After a few more moments the girl dropped her hands and sighed.
"Tara?" Lorna looked down at the young girl with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Nothing," Tara said quietly.
"What?" 'John' and Lorna said together.
"I couldn't find anything." she told them regaining her composure. "I mean I felt that it was there... but it wasn't..."
'John' raised a hand. "Um for those who are psycicly challenged..."
"I felt the traces of memories inside your head, but when I tried to access them, I found nothing. Like they were being blocked." the little girl explained with the voice of an adult.
"So it's no use..." 'John said to himself.
"Not completely..." Tara said. "I did get one thing out of your head." Both adults looked at her.
"Gotham."
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