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The time was around ten till five and Gavin couldn’t begin to reason how fate blessed him enough in order to sit where he was at the moment. His first introduction with Marquis was a rough one but once he was able to form thoughts into words and tell the doctor why he was there, it was like he had become a royal guest in the small cramped hospital. First came the apologies fast and hard as Marquis shook Gavin’s hand with overbearing exuberance, and after the handshake that left Gavin’s hand feeling crushed came the casual tour of all the rooms in the building. Saying that it wasn’t much to look at was the overstatement of the year since every room they passed in order to reach Marquis’s work space was empty, completely devoid of furniture. Though Marquis tried to keep Gavin from inspecting the run down walls and the emptiness all around them, Gavin couldn’t help but notice that there was a sort of cleanliness to the place.
That was about an hour ago and now Gavin sat comfortably in a leather chair facing Marquis as he continued to work even in the presents of a visitor. Gavin looked causally around and noticed the back room of the hospital had more in it than any other part. Filled with papers, tons of medical equipment, a rather ominous looking medical table, and a trap door hidden poorly by some more couches, it was the perfect setting for playing an old game of I-spy.
“So lets cut all this chitchat, Mr. Dermot”
“Gavin, please.”
“Er-right, Gavin. So please tell me again why you’re here?” Marquis asked and swiveled on his chair to face his guest, forcing glob of straight rich brown hair to hang down into his eyes. It was evidence to the fact that a shower was much needed to cleanse all the oil shining off his hair. He reached u...
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...out that, none of this would be possible. Do not be afraid and do not worry, the sedative that I will give you will only numb your body and make you fall asleep. Understand?” he asked.
“Yes” Gavin answered and stared up at the blank ceiling. His eyes outlined the small blemishes in the dry wall, imagining different creatures that he recognized. Without warning a sharp pain flared throughout his neck. He hissed and looked over with his eyes, watching the rather intimidating syringe pump liquid into him. Almost instantly the flesh around the puncture became numb, feeling almost dead even. He blinked in surprise and looked panicky up at Marquis.
“Weird feeling, huh?”
I couldn’t agree more, Gavin thought sarcastically and allowed the numbing spread through out his whole body, turning it into nothing but dead meat as his brain started to fade away into darkness.
“We just want to see it, that’s all.” “You sure he’s here?” One voice seemed to come from the room on the sofa. “Yeah, he stays here every night.” “There’s another room over there; I’m going to take a look.
I stared into his face, feeling a sense of outrage. His left eye had collapsed, a line of raw redness showing where the lid refused to close, and his gaze had lost its command. I looked from his face to the glass, thinking he's disem...
He pressed his hands firmly to his stomach to try and slow the bleeding, yet the hole in his back bled freely, making his magic, even as he tried to heal himself, have a hard time keeping up. His mind was fuzzy, thoughts coming slowly to him, the only clear two being 'thank god he's gone' and 'thank god he didn't hurt Amaimon too' as he slumped fully to the ground, face pressed to the wood floor. It was cold and made him sleepy, though that was honestly probably the blood loss, which was slowly beginning to taper off as his body worked overtime to fix the gapping hole in his torso. Belatedly he wished he could see Amaimon from where he lay, wanting to hold him and say sorry like he had intended to. But he hardly thought he would be able to speak
Ms. Phillips met us in the waiting area and walked us through the very spacious building to the elevator, taking us to her office on the third floor. She explained to us that the building was once a hospital (W. Phillips, personal communication, October 4th, 2013). This explained the wide doorways, spacious halls, drab atmosphere, and considerable amount of walking it takes to get from one place to the next. Ms. Phillips’ office had very welcoming in décor. Pictures of her child and what seemed to be his artwork, and the work of other children, decorated almost every available wall space. Because the room was once a hospital room, the layout was very strange for an office. Visitors have to sit perpendicular to Ms. Phillips’ desk. Because Ms. Phillips provides in home services, I do not believe this would aff...
Memory is an important and active system that receives information. Memory is made up of three different stages sensory memory, short term memory, and long term memory. According to the power point presentation, sensory memory refers to short storage of memory that allows an individual to process information as it occurs. Short term memory refers to memory that is only available for a limited time. It is information that is held for seconds or sometimes even minutes. Long term memory refers to memory that is stored for a long period of time and it has an unlimited capacity with the ability to hold as much information as possible. Retrieval is key and it allows individuals to have memories. Episodic memory refers to memory for events that we
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Amnesia affects the memory. People diagnosed with amnesia lose memories that occur before the onset of amnesia. Amnesia affects the memory, how well you can store long term memory. If amnesia occurs, one might have trouble with long term memory in the future, or simply forget most of their past. Due to the brains plasticity, the brain can use association areas to help build memory. Amnesia commonly comes in two forms that occur together: Retrograde amnesia and Anterograde amnesia.
As I walked into the auditorium late, I noticed that audience was transfixed with their current preoccupation to notice anyone slipping in and out of the room. The first noticeable factor was the medical residence in white coats. Residences are doctors who had recently graduated from medical schools and are focused primarily on the...
Retrograde and Anterograde Amnesia Darling, what did you say was Sue's number? " I don't remember stripping at Dan's birthday party last year!" No officer, I don't know what happened after the accident. I can't even remember my name. " Amnesia is the partial or complete loss of memory, most commonly temporary and for only a short period of time.
Kowalski, M.(1998, December). Applying the "two schools of thought" doctrine to the repressed memory controversy. The Journal of Legal Medicine. Retrieved September 14, 2000 from Lexis-Nexis database (Academic Universe) on the World Wide Web: http://www.lexis-nexis.com/universe
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I had been in hospital rooms many times before, but this was the first time that I was the patient anxiously awaiting their results. I sat on the hospital bed and nervously kicked my legs back and forth as I stared at the door, willing the doctor to walk through it. After a long wait I grew tired of this, and shifted focus to my surroundings. I had been admitted to Scottish Rite hospital, a branch of the Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. Being a children’s hospital meant that the nurses wore cartoon print scrubs, the walls were painted in bright colors, the televisions were always turned to either Disney Channel or Nickelodeon, and everyone treated you like royalty. They did everything they could to mask the fact that it was indeed a hospital. However, I was too old to be fooled. I knew exactly where I was and what that meant, and that was that nothing good could come from being here.
“Jesus, Kirin.” She muttered, a prolonged yawn interrupting her sentence as her senses tried and failed to crawl out of unconsciousness. “This your idea of a wake-up call? Because it sucks ass.” Her bare footsteps slowly plodded over to his side of the room, eyes forced to open halfway to not stumble into anything as a gentle hand found his good shoulder. “I get it, I know that can’t be feeling too pretty right now.” The sleepy gaze grazed over his face as she shifted herself under his arm, supporting his weight and helping him to stand so his injured side wouldn’t be strained from the effort. “Here, let’s get you downstairs—I’m sure someone has painkillers
I stared in horror at the fearsome needle taunting me to challenge its glinting tip. I closed my eyes, prayed with every cell in my body for the pain to be minimal, and grimaced as she expertly twirled the needle between her fingers and then slid it through my flesh in one fluid motion.
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