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feel a little better."

"I do. Thanks," he replied, then addressed the physician in a rush,
apprehension seizing him. "Why couldn't I do it myself? What's wrong
with me. Why can't I move?"

"There, there. Calm down," Doctor Milton said, and patted him on the
right shoulder. "You can't move because your jaw, arms, and legs are
under restraint for your own good. You were in a serious accident and
you're in the hospital."

"An accident?" he repeated quizzically.

"Yes. Don't you remember?"

"No."

"Well, severe trauma often induces a form of amnesia. It's a technique
the brain uses to protect us from memories too terrible to bear," Doctor
Milton stated.

"What happened?"

Doctor Milton pursed his lips. "Are you certain you want to know?"

"Yes," he responded, striving to recall the accident but drawing a blank.
"Please."

"I don't know," Doctor Milton said hesitantly. "I don't want to trigger a
relapse. You only came out of your coma yesterday, and the few times
you've been awake you were incoherent."
 "I was in a coma!" he exclaimed.

"For three months."

The revelation staggered him. He closed his eyes, his mind awhirl. "I
don't remember."

Doctor Milton chuckled. "Of course you don't."

"What happened?" he asked again, opening his eyes. "You must tell
me."

"I don't know."

"Please," he urged.

The soft-spoken physician studied the patient for a moment, then
twisted and deposited the glass on a stand next to the bed. "All right,
although it's against my better judgment." He gazed at the man in the