''Yeah, you're right, it is.'' the girl says, and they kiss. Suddenly
the girl glances over the man's shoulder and gasps in shock. ''Oh my god.''
she says.
''What?'' the man asks. He turns around and they both see Chris lying
unconscious on the docks. The man immediately bends down next to him and
takes his pulse.
''Is he alive?'' the girl asks.
''Yeah -- looks like he got beat up pretty bad. He was probably mugged
-- I can't find any ID on him. There's a clinic not too far from here,
let's get him there.'' the man says, and together they lift Chris up and
take him to the clinic.
Lucy comes downstairs -- Kevin is sitting on the couch, staring off
into space. ''Doc -- did you not come to be all night?'' she asks, still
a bit sleepy. Kevin doesn't say a word. Lucy sits down next to him. ''Doc
-- are you okay?''
''He's dead.'' Kevin says in a monotone voice.
''Who?''
''Brian Evans -- Mac just called me about ten minutes ago. They found
his body in his car, outside of the clinic. I tried to call him -- he never
answered his phone. And now he's dead.''
''Oh Doc -- I'm so sorry.'' Lucy says, trying to comfort him.
''Three staff members -- three of my doctors in one week. Gone. What's
next, Lucy? My family? You, the kids? This is all my fault.''
''Doc -- you had no idea he would --''
''Don't, Lucy. Don't try to tell me I didn't know this could happen,
because I DID. I just didn't want to see it.'' Kevin gets up and heads
for the front door.
''Where are you going?'' Lucy asks.
''Mac wants me to come down to the station. I'll be back -- I hope.''
Kevin says, and he leaves.
''Hey, can somebody help us here?'' the young man says, as he and his
girlfriend get Chris into the clinic. The nurse behind the desk gets a
gurney, and they ease Chris onto it.
''What happened?'' the nurse asks.
''I don't know -- we were just out on the docks walking, and we found
him -- it looks like he's hurt pretty bad.'' the man says.
''Dr. Reardon, I need you out here!'' the nurse shouts. Patrick comes
out from the back.
''What's going on?'' Patrick asks.
''A man found unconscious on the docks -- I'm gonna call an ambulance,
I don't think we can do much for him here. Can you get an IV started and
check his vitals?'' the nurse says as Patrick approaches.
''Yeah I can --'' Patrick stops when he sees Chris. ''Oh my god -- Chris!''
Patrick shouts. ''No -- how did this happen? How the hell did this happen?''
Patrick shouts at the young couple.
''I -- I don't know, we just -- found him on the docks. Do you know
him?'' the young man asks.
''He's my brother.'' Patrick says, as he's checking his vitals. ''Chris
-- come on, open your eyes. Can you hear me?'' Patrick asks.
''The ambulance is on its way -- how bad is it?'' the nurse asks.
''I don't know.'' Patrick says worriedly. ''Get me something to clean
up this laceration on his head, I don't want an infection to set in.''
Patrick says as he starts an IV line. Chris begins to moan and flutter
his eyes a bit. ''Hey -- Chris -- it's okay. You're gonna be okay.'' The
nurse hands Patrick something to clean Chris' head wound with, and Patrick
starts to clean up the gash. Chris opens his eyes fully and looks up at
Patrick, not saying a word. ''Hey -- how you doing, huh? You gave me quite
a scare here.'' Chris remains quiet, and just stares at Patrick. ''You're
okay -- we're gonna get you to the hospital.'' Chris cringes as Patrick
wipes his forehead with an antibiotic. ''I'm sorry, that probably stings,
huh? You're gonna need stitches -- we'll get you all fixed up, alright?''
''My head -- hurts.'' Chris finally says.
''Yeah, I bet it does -- here, I'm gonna put a bandage on you till we
get to the hospital, okay?'' Patrick says, covering up his head wound with
a large gauze bandage. ''There you go -- I need to ask you some questions,
alright. Can you tell me your name?'' Chris stares at him nervously.
''I -- everything -- it hurts --''
''I know -- it's alright.'' Patrick says, squeezing his hand. ''I need
you to tell me your name -- can you do that?'' Chris looks up at him blankly.
''I -- I don't remember.'' he says.
''You don't know your name?'' Chris shakes his head no. ''Do you recognize
me?'' Again, Chris shakes his head no, and starts to look around the room
nervously.
''What's happening to me? I -- I don't know --'' he starts to say nervously.
''Shhhh. It's okay, just calm down. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Can you
tell me what you do remember?''
''I -- I don't know, I -- it just hurts, my head just hurts.'' Chris
says, clearly in pain and very scared. Patrick hears the ambulance coming
in the background.
''Okay -- I'm here, alright. My name is Patrick -- I'm your brother.''
''My -- brother?''
''Yeah. Your name is Chris Ramsey -- you got hurt, you took a pretty
nasty bump to the head, and that's probably why you can't remember anything
right now. But you will. The ambulance will take you to the hospital. I'll
go with you, alright. I'll be right here with you, you don't need to be
afraid.'' The EMT's come in with a gurney, and they ease Chris onto it
with Patrick's help. ''Can you call Dr. Tony Jones and ask him to meet
me in the ER at GH?'' Patrick asks the nurse as he's leaving with Chris.
Eve is in the kitchen getting some breakfast -- she accidentally drops
a pan on the floor, and yells out a couple of curse words as she bends
down to pick it up. ''Oh please be quiet.'' Jessie mumbles from the couch,
where she had been asleep.
''Well, good morning.'' Eve says. ''Sleep well?''
''Shut up.'' Jessie says, sitting up. ''I thought I'd try it his way
for once.''
''Whose way?'' Eve asks.
''Chris. Whenever he's depressed and miserable, his solution is to go
out and get trashed. I figured maybe he was on to something. Boy, was that
ever a mistake -- now not only am I depressed and miserable, but I have
a hangover to boot.'' Jessie tells her. Eve walks over to the couch with
a cup of coffee.
''Here -- this'll help you.'' Eve says, handing her the cup.
''I hate coffee.''
''You would think you'd hate hangovers even more -- drink it.'' Eve
says. Jessie sighs and takes the cup. ''You know Jess, you should know
better by now to not take ANY kind of advice or direction from Chris Ramsey.
That's just a disaster waiting to happen.''
''Well, I learned my lesson.''
''So -- last night you were babbling on about you and Chris calling
it quits -- are you serious?''
''I told him I couldn't take him back. I love him -- but I couldn't
take him back. Eve -- did I do the right thing?''
''I can't answer that, Jess -- you did what's right for you. All I know
is that Chris has been miserable for the past few weeks, and he's been
driving Patrick nuts. He's been the pest that wouldn't leave -- Patrick
finally had enough last night and told him to get his butt over to your
place and face you once and for all and deal with whatever happened.''
''I don't know how I'm gonna deal with working with him, Eve -- every
time I see him, I'll just want to -- I hate this. I love him and I can't
stand him.''
''The question is, do you love him MORE than you can't stand him. Look,
I know what Chris did was awful, and I'm probably the last person on earth
that has any business giving relationship advice to anyone, but -- despite
the fact the Chris is an egomaniac, a jerk, a pompous jackass, and an all
around pain in the butt -- he's got a good side to him deep down.'' Jessie
can't help but laugh. ''Chris has made screwing up into his favorite past
time. But he never means to, Jessie -- I know that. I was really mad at
him when Patrick got hurt, but -- I know he didn't mean for it to happen.
And Patrick forgave him, so -- I figured I'd look pretty awful if I didn't.''
''Eve -- he brought another woman into our home -- our BED, for god's
sake! And then he tried to cover it up for MONTHS. And then, knowing what
he had done, he let me go off and --''
''Go off and what?''
''Nothing. Never mind. I have to go to work, can I borrow some of your
clothes?''
''No problem -- I'm going in too, you can ride with me.''
''Hey -- thanks for bringing me home last night. I owe you.''
''You'll be the first one I call next time Patrick and I have a disagreement.''
Eve says, and Jessie laughs.
Kevin is in a meeting room at GH, along with Mac Scorpio, Alan Quartermaine,
and a large group of obviously irate doctors. ''Alright -- let's all sit
down and talk about this.'' Alan says, trying to quiet the group down.
''Talk about it? There's nothing to talk about -- some psychopath is
targeting HIS staff, obviously over some personal vendetta. And I refuse
to be next on his hit list.'' a man stands up and says.
''What are we supposed to do Alan -- each hire a personal bodyguard
until this nut is caught?'' a woman asks.
''Gee, what nice adjectives coming out of the mouths of psychiatrists.''
Kevin comments.
''Oh shut up, Collins.'' another doctor chimes. ''Alan -- we've all
discussed it. If you don't fire him, right now -- we're walking. ALL of
us. So, what will it be -- Kevin Collins, or GH's entire psychiatric staff?''
''You think I'm not upset about this, Kyle? Those weren't just staff
members, they were FRIENDS.'' Kevin says. ''Alan -- you don't have to fire
me -- I'm resigning.''
''Kevin -- despite everything that you and Mac told me, you're a fine
doctor, and I don't want to lose you from our staff.'' Alan comments.
''Oh PLEASE, Alan -- aiding and abetting -- the guy's nothing more than
a common criminal, and now his mentally deranged brother is out there lurking,
and any one of us could be his next victim!'' Kyle says. ''Gee, it must
really come in handy to be all buddy-buddy with the Police Commissioner,
huh?''
''I don't have any kind of sufficient evidence right now to bring any
kind of charges up against Kevin. Until we actually catch the perpetrator,
he's a free man. We don't even know that it IS Greg Cooper.''
''And this is why half the crimes in town remain unsolved.'' Kyle comments.
''I'm outta here.'' he says, and starts to leave.
''Kyle, wait.'' Alan says. ''Kevin -- I don't want to lose you. I will
NOT accept a resignation from you until everything about this -- unfortunate
situation is resolved.'' All of the psychiatrists grumble. ''However --
I don't think it's in the hospital's best interest that you be working
here right now. I'm going to have to ask you to step down as Chief of Psychiatry
-- I will allow you to remain on staff, in a limited capacity. You'll be
working on call for the ER -- and once you've evaluated a patient that
comes in, you will refer them to another staff member if they need long-term
treatment. Kyle -- I'd like to appoint you as interim Chief of Psychiatry.''
Alan turns to Kevin. ''Are you okay with this arrangement?''
''Anything to keep my staff safe.'' Kevin says.
''Alright. Now everyone, get back to work.'' Alan says, and the doctors
begin to file out. Kyle approaches Kevin.
''I will be going over every little detail of everything you do with
a fine toothed comb, Collins -- keep that in mind.'' Kyle says smugly,
and leaves.
''I'd watch your back if I were you mate -- that one looks like he's
gunning for your job permanently.'' Mac tells him.
''Kyle has always been a pompous windbag -- unfortunately, he's the
most qualified staff member to take over. He's never liked me -- we've
always disagreed on methods of treatment -- among other things.'' Kevin
tells him. ''Mac -- we need to find Greg -- and we need to stop him before
-- before he hurts anyone else.''
''Well, I'm open to suggestions.''
''We could set a trap for him.''
''Kevin, Cooper isn't dumb. He'd know something was up in a minute.''
''Not if I use myself as the bait.'' Kevin says.
Patrick goes into a room with Tony Jones. Tony shows Patrick the results
of Chris' CT scan. ''I think you can see pretty clearly what's wrong here.''
Tony says. Patrick looks at the pictures.
''What would his odds be in surgery?'' Patrick asks.
''Because of where the blood clot is -- about 50/50. I have had quite
a bit of luck with IV anti-inflammatory treatment with this sort of injury.
I'd like to try it for 48 hours -- but if there's no improvement, then
-- surgery is his only chance.
''Yeah -- I see that.'' Patrick says worriedly. ''What about the amnesia?''
''Well, this type of clotting doesn't usually cause brain damage --
its most common side effects are headaches, dizziness -- both of which
he's experiencing. The amnesia could come from the blow to the head itself,
or -- it could very well be psychosomatic. It looks like the attack was
pretty brutal -- he put up a hell of a fight. He probably wanted to block
it all out.''
''But he blocked EVERYTHING out. He doesn't remember anyone, not even
his own name.''
''It might be temporary -- it might not. You'll probably need to deal
with psych on this, it's not my field. I'm gonna order the medication for
him, and we'll continue to monitor him. I'll order another CT tomorrow
morning, and one the next day to see how he's progressing. And we'll go
from there.'' Tony says.
''Thanks.'' Patrick tells him. He leaves the consultation room, and
walks down the hall, entering Chris' room. ''Hi.'' Patrick says to Chris
as he sits down next to him. ''You like your room?''
''The nurse said I'm a doctor here -- like you.'' Chris says.
''That's right, you are.'' Patrick tells him. ''You're a good doctor
too, Chris.''
''Why can't I remember?''
''I don't know. Hey, you don't worry about that right now. I just talked
with Dr. Jones -- he's gonna give you some medication through your IV --
we think that will help your headaches go away.''
''Will it help me remember?'' Chris asks.
''I don't know -- listen, you just get some rest. I need to make some
phone calls, I'll be right back.'' Patrick says, and leaves.
Patrick is on the phone in the lobby. He hangs up and starts to walk
away when he sees Jessie. He races up to her. ''Jessie -- oh thank god
I found you, I've been trying to get you all night, where have you been?''
he asks. Jessie cringes.
''Can you -- be a little quieter, please?'' she asks.
''Are you hung over?'' Patrick asks.
''Why don't you just announce it over the PA system? What do you need?''
''It's about Chris, Jessie.'' Jessie sighs and starts to turn around.
''I'm not in the mood, Patrick -- if Chris sent you here to try and
butter me up you can just tell him that --''
''Jessie -- he's hurt.'' Patrick says. Jessie turns around angrily.
''And I'm NOT???? Does he think he corners the market on misery? God,
what an ego!'' Jessie starts to walk away.
''Jess -- I don't mean like that. Chris was attacked on the docks last
night -- he was -- hurt pretty badly. He's been admitted, and -- .'' Patrick
begins. Jessie drops the stack of files she was carrying.
''What?'' she asks. Patrick bends down and picks up the files.
''Come on -- let's go sit down.'' Patrick tells here, and they walk
over to the lobby.
''How bad is it?'' Jessie asks.
''He has a head injury -- Dr. Jones did a CT scan, and -- there's a
blood clot that's starting to form near his brain. He doesn't want to operate
-- it's too risky. Dr. Jones thinks he can get the clot to go down with
steroid drug therapy -- if there's no improvement in the next 48 hours
though, he'll have to do surgery. If the drug works, he should be fine
-- physically, anyway.''
''Is he conscious?'' Jessie asks.
''Yeah -- he was brought to the clinic just as I was about to leave
this morning, he came around there. He's been in and out ever since.''
''I -- I want to see him.'' Jessie says, standing.
''Jessie -- he doesn't remember you.''
''What are you talking about?''
''He didn't even remember his own name, Jessie -- he didn't know me,
he didn't know what year it is -- he has no memory of anything, and --
he's very scared.''
''No -- no, he can't have amnesia -- this is ridiculous.''
''Jessie -- this is for real. He won't know you.''
''No -- no, this is a Chris Ramsey classic con. My god, I can't believe
even HE would be so twisted as to take something like this and -- does
he know how serious his injuries are?''
''Jessie -- he doesn't remember anything. He's scared, and he's very
confused. I haven't found a way to explain to him what's really going on.
You seriously think he would FAKE something like this?''
''Well, there's one way to find out, isn't there.'' Jessie says, and
she gets up and heads for the elevator.
''Jessie -- I'm not making this up -- and neither is he.'' Patrick says,
as Jessie stomps onto the elevator.
Jessie enters Chris' room -- he's asleep, and a nurse is in there administering
some meds into his IV. ''How's he doing?'' she asks the nurse.
''He's been sleeping most of the morning. I'm surprised to see you here,
I thought you two called it quits.'' the nurse says.
''We did -- sort of. Can I be alone with him?'' Jessie asks. The nurse
nods, and leaves. Jessie picks up Chris' chart and starts to go over it.
After reading it thoroughly, she sits down on the edge of Chris' bed and
touches his face softly. Chris' eyes open, and he stares straight at Jessie.
''Hi.'' Jessie whispers. ''How you feeling?'' Chris begins to look around
the room nervously.
''Where's my brother?'' he asks.
''I'm sure he'll be here shortly. Can I get you anything?''
''I want my brother.'' Chris says, shaking and obviously very scared.
''Chris -- don't worry, I'll take care of you, okay? Look, I'm not so
mad at you that I don't care that you got hurt. Let me check your vitals,
we'll see how you're doing.'' Jessie takes out her stethoscope and tries
to put it down Chris' chest, and he backs away in a panic.
''Stay away from me! I want my brother! Where's my brother?'' Chris
asks, as his heart begins to race.
''Hey -- hey, calm down. Chris, this is ridiculous, you're gonna make
yourself sick. Now will you cut the amnesia crap and settle down. If you
want to talk, we'll talk. Point well taken -- I don't want you getting
worse over this, you're in bad enough shape as it is.'' Jessie tells him,
as Chris' heart continues to race. Patrick enters the room.
''Hey -- what's going on?'' Patrick asks.
''Patrick -- I asked where you were, and she wouldn't tell me, she --''
Chris begins.
''Hey -- calm down, it's alright.'' Patrick says, sitting down next
to Chris and squeezing his hand. ''Chris, this is Jessie -- she's a nurse
here, do you remember her?'' Chris turns and looks at Jessie, and shakes
his head no. Jessie just sits and watches him, stunned.
''Oh god -- he's not faking.'' Jessie says.
''That's what I tried to tell you.'' Patrick says. ''Chris -- Jessie
is your --''
''Friend. We're good friends.'' Jessie says, interrupting. She squeezes
Chris' hand.
''We're -- friends?'' Chris asks.
''Yeah -- and don't you worry. I'm gonna help you get better, okay.
Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat if you want.'' Jessie says.
''I -- I guess. I don't -- remember what I like.'' Chris tells her.
''Well I do. I'll go down to the cafeteria and get you some lunch, okay?
You just stay here, take it easy -- I'll be back in a little while.'' Jessie
smiles at him as she squeezes his hand, and leaves.
''I'll be right back -- I need to talk to Jessie for a minute.'' Patrick
tells Chris, and he goes out into the lobby. Jessie is leaning up against
the wall, tears streaming down her face.
''Don't, okay? Don't tell me I told you so -- I don't want to hear it.''
Jessie tells him.
''So you believe me now?'' Patrick asks.
''How long is he gonna be like that?'' Jessie asks.
''I don't know -- Dr. Jones isn't sure if the amnesia is caused by the
head trauma and the blood clot itself, or by something psychosomatic. Or
maybe both. It's just too soon to tell -- he may get his memory back tonight,
or next week, or -- or maybe never.'' Patrick says.
''Patrick, I -- I ended it with Chris last night.''
''Jessie -- no, you didn't.''
''I did -- oh god, what have I done? Is this my fault?''
''Jess, it's the fault of whoever attacked him.''
''What was he doing on the docks, Patrick?''
''I have no idea -- it looks like he was robbed, his wallet and watch
were gone. The only one who knows what happened is Chris, and -- well,
obviously he can't tell us anything right now.''
''I never wanted anything like this to happen to him.''
''I know. Jessie I -- I know you two got married. Chris told me.''
''What! Patrick, that was just between us, we didn't want anyone else
to --''
''Jessie, it just came out, he was upset about some things with Kim
before -- well everything happened, and he needed to talk about it. I tried
to get him to tell you Jess -- I would have told you myself, but -- I wanted
my brother to trust me. I couldn't betray his trust -- I just couldn't.
I'm sorry.''
''Well, what do we do now?''
''Try and help him remember -- I take it you don't want him to know
that -- you two are together. Or were.''
''I want to see if he remembers on his own first. Maybe it'll just be
temporary.''
''And if it is? Are you gonna take him back?''
''I don't know. But I'm not walking away from him right now, I know
that. I still love him, and -- he needs me. I'm gonna go get him something
to eat. I'll be back.'' Jessie leaves.
''No. No way, Doc -- I'm NOT going along with this. No way, no how.''
Lucy says adamantly.
''Lucy -- it's the only way.''
''It's crazy -- you're gonna get yourself killed. I won't do it.'' Lucy
says.
''Lucy -- I don't want to do this without your support. But if I have
to -- I will.'' Kevin tells her.
''What if something goes wrong? What then? How am I supposed to explain
to your children that --''
''Hey -- nothing will go wrong. I promise.'' Kevin says, pulling her
into a kiss. ''I want our life back, Lucy. We haven't been a normal family
for over a year now. And it's killing me. It's killing US. I will NOT let
Greg Cooper or anyone else have the upper hand on this. I won't let him
terrorize our family this way. Not anymore. I really need your help with
this, Lucy -- please.'' Lucy pauses for a moment.
''Okay.'' Lucy finally says. ''But the minute that something goes wrong
-- even the teeniest, tiniest bit wrong, it will have to STOP, do you hear
me?''
''Loud and clear, Lucy. Loud and clear.'' Kevin says, and he kisses
her.
''Hi -- I got you some pasta salad, I hope you like it.'' Jessie says,
entering Chris' room. ''You're a vegetarian, like me -- make sure you tell
the nurses that when they bring you meals.''
''I am?'' Chris asks.
''Yeah -- you are.'' Jessie tells him. She sits down on the edge of
the bed, as Chris begins to eat. Chris looks very uncomfortable. ''Is something
wrong?''
''No, it's just -- do you have to stare at me like that?''
''I'm sorry -- it's just hard for me to believe that you don't know
me.'' Jessie says.
''Are we -- close? Like Patrick and I are?''
''Yeah -- we are.'' Jessie says. ''Has Patrick talked to you about --
what's wrong with you?''
''He said I hit my head, and Dr. Jones is giving me something to try
and make me feel better. That's all.''
''Oh.'' Jessie says, then hesitates a moment. ''Chris -- if the medication
doesn't work, Dr. Jones will have to operate on you.'' Chris starts to
look nervous.
''Operate? You mean -- on my head?''
''Don't worry -- I know it's gonna work, and you'll be okay.'' Chris
stops eating. ''Don't you want to finish your salad?''
''I'm not that hungry -- where's Patrick?''
''He went home, Chris -- he had a long night, he's tired. I told him
I'd stay here with you. Is that okay?''
''Okay.'' Chris says, and he leans back and sighs.
''You alright?'' Jessie asks.
''My head hurts.'' Chris tells her.
''I know -- it's gonna hurt for awhile. I'm sorry -- Dr. Jones is gonna
run some tests on you tomorrow, we'll see how you're doing.''
''I don't want to have surgery.''
''I know -- I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you.'' Jessie
says. The door to Chris' room opens.
''Jessie, they told me at the nurses' station that you were in here,
I need to --'' Kevin begins, then notices that Chris is the patient. ''What's
going on?''
''Kevin -- this isn't a good time.'' Jessie says.
''I need -- your help. Can we talk -- privately?'' Kevin asks, glaring
at Chris. Chris starts to become noticeably agitated at the sight of Kevin.
''Chris -- what's wrong? Are you okay?'' Jessie asks.
''Make him leave -- I don't want him in here, make him leave.'' Chris
says, shaking.
''Kevin -- you're upsetting him. I'll meet you outside.'' Jessie says.
She turns to Chris. ''I'll be right back -- it's okay, he's gone.'' Jessie
goes out into the lobby.
''What happened to him?'' Kevin asks.
''Someone attacked him on the docks -- he has a pretty serious head
injury.'' Jessie says. ''He doesn't remember anything -- he has amnesia.''
''And you believe him.'' Kevin comments.
''Not at first, but -- this is for real, Kevin.'' Jessie says.
''Did someone from psych evaluate him?''
''I couldn't get anyone until tomorrow -- it seems there's been a little
bit of an uproar in the psych department today, and they're all backed
up. Chris wasn't considered an emergency case for them.'' Jessie comments.
''Don't blame me -- I'm not in charge anymore.''
''I know -- it's already all over the hospital gossip circuit. Nobody's
all that thrilled with having that jerk Dr. Emerson as your interim replacement,
I can tell you that. Well, nobody except for HIM.'' Jessie says. ''I need
to get back to Chris -- what did you need?''
''Your help.'' Kevin says.
Jessie goes back into Chris' room -- he's not in his bed. Jessie looks
around, and finds him in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. ''Hey --
what are you doing out of bed?'' Jessie asks.
''I wanted to see what I look like.'' Chris tells her.
''Come on -- get back in bed, you shouldn't be up without somebody here
with you.'' Jessie says, leading him back to bed.
''Who was that man?'' Chris asks.
''That was my cousin Kevin. You got pretty upset when you saw him. Do
you know why?''
''No, I just -- I don't know why, I just -- he made me nervous.''
''Yeah, Kevin can have that affect on people sometimes. You need to
get some sleep, alright.''
''Will you -- stay here?'' Chris asks.
''Of course.'' Jessie says. ''I'm not going anywhere, okay?'' she says,
squeezing his hand.
September 22, 2001 -- late afternoon. Kevin is in the hospital cafeteria,
having lunch with Lucy. ''Where is he?'' Lucy asks.
''We're not supposed to be talking about this Lucy.'' Kevin says, just
as Mac enters the cafeteria. Lucy spots him as he approaches their table.
''Mac -- we were just having lunch, can you join us?'' Lucy asks.
''I'm afraid not.'' Mac says. ''Kevin -- the initial forensics tests
we've done have given us some pretty damning evidence.''
''So -- it was Greg?'' Kevin asks.
''No -- I'm afraid not. Kevin Collins -- you're under arrest for the
murders of Anthony Sullivan, Linda Grant, and Brian Evans.'' Mac says,
as two officers enter with handcuffs, and everyone in the cafeteria watches
in shock.
CHAPTER FOURTY
Chapter 40
Kevin is led into the Port Charles police station in handcuffs, escorted
by Mac and two other police officers, with Lucy following close behind.
A slew of reporters follow, asking a barrage of questions: "Dr. Collins
-- did you kill your staff members? Are you going to plead insanity? Mrs.
Collins, do you believe your husband is innocent?"
"Alright, all of you get out of here!" Mac finally says, shoving the
reporters out of the room. "Let's go." he says, leading Kevin and Lucy
into the interrogation room. Mac closes the blinds once they enter the
room. "Well -- they bought it." he says.
"Can you take these things off, Mac?" Kevin asks.
"No, leave them on -- you're the one who wanted to do this Doc -- you
suffer through it. It serves you right." Lucy comments.
"Lucy -- I did this because there was no other way. Greg Cooper is nothing
if not an egomaniac. He won't be able to stand me taking 'credit' for what
he did. All the media hype will get to him, and he'll slip up, just like
he's always done." Kevin tells her.
"And what if he doesn't, huh? What if he decides he's had enough, and
lets you sit in jail for the rest of your life!" Lucy says.
"Lucy, that's not gonna happen -- this is just a ruse, he's not guilty.
The police are in on it -- nothing more will happen to Kevin other than
having to spend a little time in jail." Mac says.
"And Lucy -- I really wish you and the twins would just leave town until
this whole thing is over. Go visit Charlene -- you'll be much safer there."
Kevin says.
"I'm not safe ANYWHERE until that lunatic is caught! Doc -- I want you
to stop this. I want you to stop this right now! You -- you have children
at home who need you, and you're too busy using yourself as bait to care!"
"I'm doing this BECAUSE I care about my children! Do you think I want
them to live in fear for the rest of their lives?"
"And whose fault is THAT? You're the one who struck a deal with that
-- that man in the first place! YOU Doc -- you're the one who never bothered
to tell me that Greg Cooper was alive and well! You decided to get involved
with him -- knowing full well how dangerous he was! And now you want me
to approve of this latest grand scheme of yours? You should have gone to
the police the minute you got free. This is YOUR fault, Doc -- you have
no one to blame but yourself!"
"And that's why I'm trying to undo the damage I did!" Kevin tells her.
"Lucy -- you know full well that Kevin is in serious trouble for aiding
and abetting Greg Cooper. This was his one chance to cut a deal with the
courts -- all he's facing now is a couple years probation at the most."
Mac tells her.
"I know, I just -- I just hate this, okay! I just wish that we'd never
ever heard of Greg Cooper or Ryan or -- I just wish I could make this whole
last year just -- disappear." Lucy says.
"I know -- so do I." Kevin says, reaching out to hug her, but the handcuffs
stop him. "Mac -- come on, get these things off me."
"Oh, don't you dare!" Lucy says, grabbing Mac's keys away from him.
"If you want to do this, you're gonna do it on MY terms!" Lucy stomps out
of the room.
"Lucy, come on, don't do this! LUCY!" Kevin shouts, but Lucy is gone.
Kevin turns to Mac. "You've got a spare set, right?"
"Um, well, actually -- those are my cuffs, mate. AND my only keys to
them."
"Oh, that's just GREAT!"
"Don't worry, we'll -- we'll get them off somehow. I'm sure there's
a blowtorch around here somewhere." Mac says, very seriously.
"What!" Kevin shouts.
"I'm kidding." Mac says, as Kevin looks down at his hands and then glares
back at Mac, clearly not amused.
September 23, 2001 -- early morning. Eve wakes up and reaches out for
Patrick, but finds his side of the bed empty. She sits up, and sees Patrick
standing at the window, looking outside. "Hey -- what are you doing up?"
she asks. Patrick turns around.
"Couldn't sleep." he says, climbing back into bed with Eve and pulling
her close to him. "I was just thinking about Chris."
"Patrick -- Tony said his CT scan showed some improvement -- that's
a good sign."
"I know -- I just feel -- bad for him. He doesn't know anyone, and he
was in so much pain yesterday, and we can't give him anything stronger
than ibuprofin because of his head injury. I just hate what he's going
through."
"You're doing everything you can. And besides -- how can you be sure
he's not faking that amnesia stuff?" Eve asks. Patrick sits up and pushes
her away, very angry.
"Chris is NOT faking! I'd know if he was." Patrick says.
"Look -- I know he's your brother, and I know you think you know him,
but -- Chris can be pretty sneaky, Patrick. He's made lying into an art
form."
"NOT about this. You haven't seen him."
"Hey, I've tried, he was asleep every time I looked in on him."
"Chris would NOT lie about this. Not to me -- come on, Jessie knows
he's not lying. And she can read him like a book. If anyone could see through
one of his cons, it'd be her. This is for real, Eve. And there isn't a
damn thing I can do about it."
"I'm sorry." Eve says. "I guess I'm just too suspicious when it comes
to Ramsey, after everything he's done."
"Yeah, you are." Patrick says. "I'm gonna shower, change and head over
to the hospital. Go see Chris for yourself, Eve -- then you decide."
Jessie enters Chris' room carrying a small overnight bag and a carry
out box from a restaurant. Chris is asleep, but tossing and turning, appearing
to have a nightmare. Jessie sits down next to him and squeezes his hand.
"Shhhhh. It's okay --I'm right here." she whispers. Chris wakes up and
opens his eyes. "You were just having a bad dream."
"I was?" Chris asks.
"It's okay -- it's over now. How are you feeling?" Jessie asks.
"A little better -- not as sore as I was yesterday."
"That's good -- how about your head?"
"No headache right now. What's that smell?" Chris asks.
"Oh, that -- I got you something." Jessie says, and she gets the carry
out bag. "Blueberry pancakes, syrup, orange juice -- all your favorites."
She helps Chris sit up and gets out his food tray. "Go on -- try them."
Chris takes a taste of the food.
"It's good." he says, and continues to eat. "How do you know so much
about me?" he asks after a few minutes.
"Well -- we're pretty close." Jessie says. "I brought you some things
too -- just some personal items -- your toothbrush, your razor, there's
some books that you always liked to read, and your pajamas, I thought you'd
be more comfortable in those than in the hospital gown --"
"How did you get all this stuff?" Chris asks. Jessie takes his hand.
"You're not gonna remember me anytime soon, are you?" she asks.
"I don't know."
"Chris -- we're not just friends. I'm -- I'm your wife, Chris." Jessie
tells him. Chris just looks up at her, stunned.
"My -- my wife?"
"Yeah. I was hoping you'd remember me on your own, but -- well, I thought
it was time you knew." Chris stares at her intently.
"But -- you don't have a wedding ring." he says.
"That's because nobody knows we're married. Well, except for Patrick
-- apparently you told him -- even though we agreed we were keeping it
a SECRET for awhile." Jessie says, squeezing his hand and smiling.
"Why?"
"Because -- well, some people didn't -- approve of our relationship.
So we decided we'd wait awhile to tell them. We haven't been married very
long -- only a few weeks. Let's just keep it our little secret for now,
okay?"
"Alright." Chris says.
"Here, let me check your bandage, it probably needs changing." Jessie
says, reaching for his forehead. She pulls back the bandage, and grimaces
a bit when she sees his scar.
"Is it that bad?" Chris asks.
"It'll heal -- it was pretty deep, though, it looks like. Okay, this
is gonna sting a little bit." Jessie tells him, as she applies some antibiotic
to the wound, then puts a fresh bandage on it. "There you go -- we'll have
to be really careful washing your hair for the next couple of weeks while
that heals. I'll help you, okay?"
"Okay." Chris says, remaining very quiet.
"You probably have a lot of questions, huh?" Jessie says. "You can ask
me anything you want."
"Are we in love?" Chris asks. Jessie smiles.
"Yeah -- very much." Jessie tells him, touching his cheek softly.
"Then why were you so mad at me when you first came to see me?" Jessie
sighs.
"We fight a lot."
"Then how can we be in love if we fight so much?"
"Our relationship is complicated, Chris. But we do love each other.
And I know you don't remember that right now, but -- it's the truth."
"But we fight, and you don't want anyone to know we're married. That
doesn't make sense." Jessie smiles a bit.
"A lot of people say that WE don't make sense as a couple -- but we
DO, Chris. We really do. We're soulmates -- we belong together. I want
you to trust me on this, Chris -- I love you. I hate that you're hurt,
and I hate that you don't remember me or -- US. And I'll do whatever you
need me to do to help you get through this. Okay?" Chris is silent. "I
have to go to work -- your things are all in that bag. I'll be back later
-- we'll talk more then." Jessie gives him a kiss on the cheek. "I love
you, honey." she whispers, and leaves.
Lucy enters the area where Kevin is being held. Kevin is stunned to
see her. "I thought it'd be a few days before you bothered to speak to
me again." Kevin says.
"I see Mac got the cuffs off. Too bad." Lucy says.
"Lucy -- I wish you'd be more understanding. I'm doing this for YOU,
and for the twins."
"Can't there be another way, Doc? Can't there? There has to be -- I
just -- I hate this so much. I hate having these stupid bodyguards following
me, and I hate that I can't even take my own children for a walk in the
park without constantly looking over my shoulder, and I hate that you're
stuck in here and I wake up in the middle of the night and you're not there
and --"
"Lucy -- I want this to be over as much as you do. And it will be soon
-- I promise." Kevin says. "Have you heard from Victor at all?"
"No, and neither has Mary. Do you really believe that story he told
you?" Lucy asks.
"No, I don't. There's an Missing Persons APB out for him right now.
I told Mac it needed to be done."
"You think it's Cooper, don't you?" Lucy asks.
"He's not gonna win this game, Lucy -- not this time. I won't let him."
"WE won't let him." Lucy says, taking Kevin's hands through the bars,
and they kiss as best they can through the bars.
"So does this mean you're -- not mad at me anymore?"
"Oh, I'm still mad -- but if we're gonna get through this -- we're gonna
do it together. And besides -- you look kind of cute in that orange suit.
Do you think Mac will let us take one home when you get out of here?"
"I'll see what I can do." Kevin tells her, laughing.
Jessie walks down the hall at GH, when two reporters approach her. "Miss
Collins -- can we get a statement from you?" one of them asks. Jessie ignores
them. "Miss Collins -- do you think your cousin is capable of murder."
"Go away." Jessie says.
"Miss Collins, your uncle, Victor Collins, has been reported as a missing
person. Do you think that Kevin Collins had anything to do with his disappearance?
Your boyfriend, Dr. Ramsey -- he was attacked not too far from where Dr.
Evans was murdered. Do you think your cousin had anything to do with his
attack as well?"
"Hey, get out of here before I call security!" a man shouts, as an exasperated
Jessie breathes a sigh of relief, an the reporters leave. "What -- no thank
you, Jessie?" Kyle Emerson asks.
"Thanks." Jessie tells him.
"So -- how's your cousin?" he asks.
"I don't know -- I haven't been to see him." Jessie says.
"Really? And why is that?"
"In case you haven't noticed, my boyfriend is in the hospital. And he's
been waiting on a psych consult for the past two days. Apparently, you're
too busy to handle it though. Perhaps I should have him moved to Mercy."
Jessie comments.
"Apparently YOU haven't noticed that we're short three staff members
thanks to your cousin the axe-murderer! But I do apologize for the delay
-- and you have my word -- I will personally handle Dr. Ramsey's case."
Kyle tells her.
"And that's supposed to be comforting?" Jessie asks.
"You don't trust my skills as a psychiatrist?"
"Oh, completely. I just don't trust your skills as a human being. And
Chris is very vulnerable right now." Kyle laughs.
"I never thought I'd hear Ramsey's name and 'vulnerable' in the same
sentence together. I wonder what really happened to him on the docks."
"Just get someone in to see him -- TODAY." Jessie tells him firmly,
then leaves.
"Yes ma'am." Kyle says, grinning, as she walks away.
Patrick enters Chris' room -- he is standing at the window, looking
outside. "Hey -- they're gonna come to get you for some tests in a little
bit -- where'd you get the clothes?" he asks.
"Jessie brought them." he says. "She brought me lots of things -- some
books, my toothbrush, and -- Patrick, I'm scared." he admits.
"Hey -- what's wrong?" Patrick asks, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Is it true? Is Jessie really my wife?" Chris asks.
"She told you, huh? Yeah, it's true." Patrick tells him. Chris gets
back into bed, sitting up.
"Then why don't I feel like she is?" he asks.
"Chris, you have amnesia -- you can't expect any feelings you have for
Jessie to just magically appear just because you know that you're married
to her."
"But you're my brother, Patrick -- and I know that. I just FEEL that
you're my brother, even though I don't remember it. But Jessie -- I just
don't feel anything for her. She's nice, and she's real pretty, but --
I don't FEEL like she's my wife. I don't feel anything for her at all."
Chris tells him.
"Chris, just give it time, alright? Get to know Jessie -- talk to her.
Ask her to tell you about herself, about you and her together -- I've seen
you guys together Chris."
"She says we fight a lot."
"Well, yeah, but -- there's a lot more to it than that. You know, at
first I thought the two of you were the most mismatched pairing I'd ever
seen in my entire life, but -- you two really belong together. I don't
know why, but -- you just fit each other. Sometimes opposites attract."
Patrick says. Just then, Eve pokes her head in the door.
"Hey -- can I come in?" she asks.
"Yeah -- come on in." Patrick tells her.
"Hey Ramsey -- you look awful." Eve says. Chris just looks at her, puzzled.
"I -- I was hurt. Patrick said the -- cuts and bruises will heal." Chris
says, not sure what to make of her comment.
"Hey, I was just joking -- you don't remember me, do you?" Eve asks.
"Are we friends?" Chris asks.
"Chris, this is Eve Lambert -- she's my girlfriend." Patrick tells him.
"Oh -- well, it's -- nice to meet you." Chris says, not very impressed.
"And yes -- we're friends. When you don't get on my nerves. I just wanted
to see how you were doing. So -- do you remember anything at all?" Eve
asks.
"No." Chris says. "Patrick, when are my tests?" he asks.
"I don't know -- they'll come and get you when they're ready. Come on,
Eve -- let's let him get some rest." Patrick says, and he and Eve leave
the room.
"Well, that was creepy." Eve comments to Patrick outside of Chris' door.
"Eve, don't joke with him like that. He doesn't have that sarcastic
wit of his right now." Patrick says.
"I see that -- it's like he's some freaky Stepford version of Chris
Ramsey." Eve says. Unknown to Patrick and Eve, Chris has gotten up and
is standing by the door, listening in on their conversation. "Any news
on how long it'll be before he returns to his old, annoying self?"
"I don't know -- someone from psych was supposed to talk to him yesterday,
but they got delayed again. Hopefully today they'll meet with him."
"Well, I always thought Ramsey needed a shrink anyway."
"Eve -- please don't joke about this. It's not funny." Patrick says.
"I'm sorry." Eve says. "And I'm sorry I didn't believe you about Chris
telling the truth -- but come on Patrick, you can't blame me, after all
the stunts he's pulled in the past."
"I know." Patrick says, hugging her. "Listen, I want to get back in
there with him, he's not having a very good day today."
"Okay -- you go be the devoted big brother, while I got spend two hours
listening to Boardman and his ego drone on and on in a surgical residents
meeting." Eve says, giving him a kiss.
"Have fun!" Patrick teases.
"Yeah, right." Eve says, rolling her eyes, and she leaves. Patrick goes
back into Chris' room, and sees Chris sneaking back into bed.
"You were listening in, weren't you?" Patrick asks.
"I'm sorry." Chris says. "I just want to find out -- more about myself."
"Chris -- you can ask me anything -- anything at all."
"What did she mean -- your girlfriend, about the 'stunts' I've pulled."
Patrick sighs.
"You've got a reputation of getting into trouble, Chris. Trouble of
your own making."
"She doesn't like me, does she?"
"Eve? Yeah, she likes you -- you two have this kind of -- I don't know
how to describe it -- you're friends but, you like to tease each other
a lot."
"She didn't believe I lost my memory either -- just like Jessie. Do
I really lie that much?"
"Chris -- come on, you don't want to --"
"NO, I want to know -- am I that bad a person?"
"No Chris, you're not a bad person. You just -- you make a lot of wrong
choices."
"How come no one else has been here to visit me? I mean, I work here
-- doesn't anyone care that I was hurt?"
"Eve's been here -- you've just been sleeping a lot, this was the first
time she caught you while you were awake." Patrick tells him.
"Okay -- but that's just you, Jessie, and Eve -- don't I have any other
friends?" Patrick doesn't know what to say. "I don't, do I?" Patrick sighs.
"You're not an easy person to get to know, Chris."
"So -- basically, I tell lies, I have hardly any friends, I screw up
all the time, I have a wife who I fight with constantly, and who hasn't
told anyone that we're married because people don't approve of us being
together -- am I leaving anything out?"
"Chris --- please, don't dwell on things that you don't even understand."
"Oh, I understand alright. I understand that the reason I'm here in
the hospital is because I'm a first class JERK, and I'm sure whoever beat
me up probably felt I deserved it!" Chris says, clearly upset.
"How did you know someone beat you up?" Patrick asks.
"What?"
"I never told you what happened to you -- did Jessie?"
"No, I --" Chris has a flash of a memory of fighting violently with
someone on the docks.
"Chris -- are you alright?" Patrick asks.
"I had this dream -- I was fighting, and -- I couldn't breathe, and
-- then Jessie woke me up."
"Do you remember anything else?" Chris shakes his head no.
"Is that what happened to me?"
"Someone attacked you, Chris. On the docks. We don't know who, or why
-- it looks like they were out to rob you, they took your watch and your
wallet. But it's hard to tell because -- honestly, with the injuries you
have -- I really think they wanted to kill you." Patrick tells him. "I
don't even know why you were on the docks Chris -- you really didn't have
any reason to be there, unless you were coming to talk to me at the clinic
after you and Jessie --" Patrick stops.
"After we what? Had a fight?"
"Yeah." Patrick says.
"Do you know if it was -- my fault?" Chris asks.
"Chris -- don't do this to yourself."
"Just tell me!" Chris shouts. Patrick sighs.
"Yes -- it was your fault. But Jessie is a very forgiving person --
and she's not holding anything against you. Especially now. You're very
lucky to be alive, Chris. And with or without your memory, if you have
any sense at all you'll focus on rebuilding your relationship with Jessie
-- and don't screw it up this time." Patrick tells him. "I'll go find out
about your tests." he says, and leaves. Chris reaches for the bag Jessie
left him, rummaging through it until he finds a photo Jessie put in there
of the two of them together, smiling and looking very happy. Chris stares
at the photo, thinking about everything he just learned . . . . .
"Well, well, well -- isn't this nice." Kyle says as he enters the jail
area where Kevin is being held. "So -- you like your new home, Collins?"
"What do you want, Kyle?" Kevin asks.
"Well, I had some free time on my lunch break, and thought you could
use a visit from a friend." Kyle says.
"Well -- where is he? This 'friend', I mean." Kevin asks. Kyle laughs
smugly.
"I want to know -- did you do it? Did you kill them?"
"Maybe I did. Maybe I killed every one of them. And you know what else
-- maybe you're NEXT. Because when I get out of here -- I want my job back.
And I'll get it back however I need to." Kevin says, in a very serious
tone. Kyle tries to hide his fear.
"You're bluffing -- this is some kind of scam you've got going on. I
have a right to know, Collins -- this is MY staff now, and if they're in
danger --"
"The only one in danger -- is YOU." Kevin says, grabbing Kyle's shirt
through the bars. "Stay OUT of my business, Kyle. I mean it -- or you'll
be sorry." Kevin lets him go forcefully.
"You know, you don't belong in jail, you belong in FERNCLIFFE! I'm surprised
nobody saw this coming years ago." Kyle turns around. "I'm gonna find out
Collins -- I'm gonna find out if this is some ruse you're cooking up with
the police, or if you really are a killer. Either way -- you can kiss your
job goodbye. This position should have been mine from day one -- and now
that I have it -- the only way I'm giving it up is over my dead body."
"Don't tempt me." Kevin says. Kyle turns around and glares at him, then
walks away.
Jessie enters Chris' room. "Hey -- any word on your test results yet?"
she asks him.
"No." Chris says, looking a bit nervous about it. Jessie sits down next
to him and takes his hand.
"It'll be okay -- whatever happens. We'll get through this."
"I feel better -- I haven't really had much of a headache all day --
that's good, right?"
"Yeah -- that's a really good sign." Jessie tells him. "So, is there
-- anything you need?" Chris just shakes his head no, and is quiet for
a few minutes, then speaks up.
"I'm sorry if I made you mad." he finally says.
"Made me mad? What are you talking about?"
"Patrick said we had a fight before -- before I got hurt. And it was
my fault, and -- I'm sorry."
"Chris -- you don't need to apologize for something you don't even remember."
Jessie tells him.
"What did I do?" Chris asks.
"That's not important right now -- okay? Let's just focus on you, and
getting you well -- that's what matters right now Chris." Just then, Tony
Jones enters Chris' room.
"Hi -- so, how are you feeling, Chris?" he asks.
"Okay, I -- I guess." Chris replies.
"Well, from what your latest CT scan shows -- the medication is working."
Tony tells them, as both Jessie and Chris breathe a sigh of relief.
"So I -- I don't have to have surgery?" Chris asks.
"As things stand right now -- I'd say no. The blood clot caused by the
blow to your head is diminishing on its own -- we want to keep you on IV
meds for a few more days, and then we'll start to wean you onto oral medication."
Tony says.
"When can he go home?" Jessie asks.
"Well, once he's off the IV meds, I'll want to monitor him for another
day or two, just to be on the safe side. So maybe four more nights here
-- five at the most." Tony turns to Chris. "You'll need to have a check-up
once a month once you're released for the next year, and a CT scan every
six months for the next three years -- just as a precaution. But I don't
foresee any problems in the future -- you got lucky this time." Tony says.
"I still want you to get plenty of rest though -- don't overdo things.
The next few weeks, just -- take it easy, let Jessie and your brother take
care of you, alright?"
"Okay -- I will. Thank you." Chris says. Tony leaves.
"Oh Chris, this is such good news!" Jessie says, reaching over and kissing
him on the lips. Chris looks very uncomfortable. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just
-- it was just a reflex. I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
"It's okay." Chris says. "Jessie, when I -- when I get released -- where
will I go?"
"Well -- I was assuming you'd come home with me." Jessie tells him.
"But -- you said nobody knows we're married."
"Chris, we've been living together for months now -- your home is with
me. Honey, I know you're scared -- I promise, I'm gonna help you get back
your memory. I want to go find Patrick -- he's gonna be thrilled with your
prognosis. I'll be right back, okay?" Jessie says, and she squeezes his
hand and leaves. Chris reaches for the remote control, and flips on the
TV set, watching the local news. After a few minutes, the door opens.
"Chris -- how are you?" Kyle asks, entering the room.
"Do I know you?" Chris asks.
"Yeah, you do -- I'm Kyle Emerson -- I'm the Chief of Psychiatry here
at General Hospital. And I sincerely apologize for not getting to you sooner.
We've had a bit of a crisis in our department. So I decided to handle your
case personally. I understand you're having some memory problems, right?"
"I -- I can't remember anything. I want to, but --"
"It's okay -- that's why I'm here. To help you. Can you tell me what
you DO remember?"
"I -- I don't -- I just remember my brother -- when I woke up he --
he was with me."
"Did you know he was your brother?"
"No, I -- he told me."
"And have you had any signs of recollection since you were brought in?
Anything at all?" Chris hesitates for a moment.
"I -- I had this dream. I think it was a dream. I couldn't breathe --
somebody was choking me and --" Chris stops as he glances up at the TV
screen.
In other news, Dr. Kevin Collins remains behind bars after being
arrested for allegedly murdering three of his colleagues. In 1996, Dr.
Collins was arrested for --
Chris reaches for the remote control and turns off the TV set in a panic.
"Why did you do that?" Kyle asks.
"I just -- I didn't want to see it." Chris tells him.
"That man -- Kevin Collins -- do you remember him?"
"I -- I don't know." Chris says.
"Are you afraid of him, Chris? Are you afraid of Kevin Collins?"
"I -- I think so." Chris says.
"Do you know why?" Kyle asks.
"I -- no, I don't know why I just -- I just don't want to see him. I
don't want to see him." Chris says, now very upset. "I want my brother
-- where's my brother?" Chris asks, extremely shaken.
"It's okay -- I'll find your brother, alright. We'll continue this later,
it's obvious you're too upset right now." Kyle says, and he leaves. He
grins smugly as he stands outside Chris' room. "Well, Dr. Collins -- why
on EARTH would Chris Ramsey have no memory whatsoever, yet still be afraid
of YOU. Isn't that interesting . . . ." he says to himself, a smug look
on his face.
To be continued . .
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Chapter 41