[ 52nd consult; voice ]

[dr_conscience]

3:21 PM:

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3:23 PM:

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3:27 PM:

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3:31 PM:

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I'm sorry, I was just... wait, what was it again?

[There is a moment of silence.]

I'm not... certain what... sorry, nevermind.

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3:35 PM:

[The feed opens.]

I'm going home; there's clearly something wrong. It seems to be-- it's-- what are those? Well, it's not me-- it... it isn't isolated, I doubt it's an actual physiological issue. But... I should not be treating patients for as long as this lasts.

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4:20 PM:

[He's clearly exasperated that he has to ask this. And that he has to do it publicly. Shut up, he forgot how to filter and his phone is at home. Craziest thing - he forgot it.]

House, which building do we live in?



[ooc: OBVIOUSLY this is backdated. ♥]

Comments

[as_damaged]

...You've forgotten where you live?

[dr_conscience]

It's... disconcerting. I remember what apartment it is, how to get there once I'm inside the building, just... not which building it is.

[as_damaged]

Are you certain it's only some kind of curse?

[dr_conscience]

Well, no, I can't be certain, but...

I haven't suffered any head trauma, I have no symptoms other than the memory loss, and it's not an isolated incident. It seems to be the most likely explanation at the moment.

[as_damaged]

I can meet you, and walk you the rest of the way, if you'd like...

[dr_conscience]

Mindy made the same offer. I don't really want anyone going out of their way, though.

[as_damaged]

It wouldn't be any trouble.

[She'd just, you know. Rather make sure you got there, and didn't forget how to press an elevator button along the way.]

[dr_conscience]

[Clearly, he is not happy about this. Maybe he's frustrated, maybe he's more concerned than he's willing to let on. Who knows. But he's quietly resigned, because... what else is he supposed to do.]

... fine. If you're sure.

[as_damaged]

Where are you now?

[dr_conscience]

Just a couple of blocks from the hospital. I wrapped up some paperwork and left... then I got to where I know I turn to walk home and realized I didn't know which way to turn.

[as_damaged]

Just give me a few minutes.

[dr_conscience]

Take as much time as you need. I somehow doubt I'm going anywhere.

☞ if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind

[as_damaged]

[Curse, no curse, it doesn't really matter. You never can tell til the day after, after all, and if it comes to the worst she's delivering him to the best diagnostician in the multiverse, right? She just wants to make sure he gets there safely, which is why she's out here, bundled up against the cold, calling from a bit down the block.]

Dr. Wilson?

☞ if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind

[dr_conscience]

[That's Wilson's line of thinking; right now, a curse seems the likeliest explanation. He has no symptoms beyond memory loss, and it's common knowledge that the deities can alter your mind as they please. If it's still an issue tomorrow... then he'll admit to how worried he really is. It's not that he isn't entertaining alternate theories, he's just saving them for when the most likely theory is ruled out.

He's still using his device when she calls to him, but he lowers it and glances over his shoulder as she does so. The rest of his body follows through with the motion after a moment, turning to face her as he slips the device into a coat pocket. He manages a small smile, appreciative even if he's not particularly happy with his present situation. He waits to speak until she's close enough to do so without shouting.]

I certainly hope this is a curse. There's an old man on the Network comforting me about the aging process.

[Why yes, he would rather keep this light as long as he can.]

☞ if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind

[as_damaged]

[She gives him a tight-lipped little smile, face framed by a heavy scarf.]

It wasn't House, was it?

[It's probably safe to make that kind of joke to Wilson. Probably. Well, and maybe he won't even remember it, if he's not all right.]

Shall we?

[Cameron gestures slightly, subtly, in the direction of his building. Call it an attempt to jog his memory, or at least give him a little graceful assistance.]

☞ if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind

[dr_conscience]

[He gives a smirk at that, feigning doubtfulness.]

I don't think he was that old.

[Yeah, that was certainly safe. He nods as she gestures, glancing in the direction she indicates. Nothing seems unfamiliar; most of his memory seems perfectly intact, with just fragments out of place; a detail here and there, enough to throw him off. He starts walking, hoping the uncertainty starts to fade.]

It's the oddest thing; I know the City, I could tell you where any number of restaurants or stores I've been are, but... it's as if there are very specific details that are just... gone.

☞ if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind

[as_damaged]

Which does sound like a curse, [she agrees, nodding slightly as they walk. It's an admission she never likes to make, but all too frequently has to.]

On the bright side, that means it probably won't last.