17 Ex. Nimb. D 4 [night]
I was brought again for testing today, with Doctor Claret. She is a very kind if portly and absentminded sort of woman, with thinning hair waxed backward. Her eyes are very bright and rimmed in red and gleam out from the folds in her face like rubies embedded in tanned hide.
Testing involves nothing more than the completion of certain tests that she assures me are only meant to re-evaluate the returning of my "common knowledge." Last week's tests proved that, though I still do not recall major events in my life, I am -- as she puts it -- "attaining common sense at a normal rate," and should be out of this place soon. I already score for average knowledge concerning math, geometry, and other rudimentary school skills; I seem to be lacking, however, in history, such as with things concerning Low.
When I returned to my room, Win was waiting for me. There was food from the hospital on a tray, as well as a glass in which a very thin, delicate-looking item had been placed. It resembled a feather and was very sugary.
Win asked me how I was and I told her that soon I would be able to obtain release, and she smiled and said that was good. I still have not asked her exactly what the nature of her relationship is to me. I suspect that she might be something like my lover, but whenever I bring myself to attempt asking if she is, I feel unsettled. I think it is because, if it's true that we have this sort of relationship, she would be hurt to know that I don't recall any of it, or in fact any affection that I might have ever had for her. I suppose the important thing is that I still care about her enough that I don't want to hurt her.
We chatted and I told her that I do not remember much about Anthem Low, and that is what is keeping me in the hospital. She said that she would bring me an elementary book tomorrow, but had to leave because it was already the thirteenth hour.
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Testing involves nothing more than the completion of certain tests that she assures me are only meant to re-evaluate the returning of my "common knowledge." Last week's tests proved that, though I still do not recall major events in my life, I am -- as she puts it -- "attaining common sense at a normal rate," and should be out of this place soon. I already score for average knowledge concerning math, geometry, and other rudimentary school skills; I seem to be lacking, however, in history, such as with things concerning Low.
When I returned to my room, Win was waiting for me. There was food from the hospital on a tray, as well as a glass in which a very thin, delicate-looking item had been placed. It resembled a feather and was very sugary.
Win asked me how I was and I told her that soon I would be able to obtain release, and she smiled and said that was good. I still have not asked her exactly what the nature of her relationship is to me. I suspect that she might be something like my lover, but whenever I bring myself to attempt asking if she is, I feel unsettled. I think it is because, if it's true that we have this sort of relationship, she would be hurt to know that I don't recall any of it, or in fact any affection that I might have ever had for her. I suppose the important thing is that I still care about her enough that I don't want to hurt her.
We chatted and I told her that I do not remember much about Anthem Low, and that is what is keeping me in the hospital. She said that she would bring me an elementary book tomorrow, but had to leave because it was already the thirteenth hour.
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