Thursday, November 17, 2005
The Still
He was making sympathetic noises to his hapless patient, and prodding pointlessly at the lump on his face (as we do. It's really just for fun you know. Pressing on a pus filled sac on someone's face doesn't really achieve anything...) when she walked in the cubicle.
He hadn't quite forgotten her, despite the probable Korsakoff's dementia borne of a fortnight of heavy, heavy, heavy drinking... (make that impending Wernicke's as well. haha) - somehow he'd subconsciously kept an image of her in mind's eye... why that should be so he could not explain.
Recognition was a granted... it hadn't been that long, and to be honest he hadn't really had that much to drink over the last few days.
Yet when he glanced up, he felt a... shock... of recognition.
The eyes were the same - they were... the same eyes that he had not written about previously - that he had unconsciously searched the room for before... that something "ill defined" he had left undefined previously. The eyes which he had wondered if Dr Metro had been referring to when they last spoke.
But her face... it was not as he remembered. It was as if the memory of her face had been stripped from his mind, sculpted, stretched, and reinserted. She looked... like a still photograph.
He caught himself just... looking on, in stunned silence.
It lasted all of a microsecond. Then she smiled and they bade each other hello, and life resumed.
He hadn't quite forgotten her, despite the probable Korsakoff's dementia borne of a fortnight of heavy, heavy, heavy drinking... (make that impending Wernicke's as well. haha) - somehow he'd subconsciously kept an image of her in mind's eye... why that should be so he could not explain.
Recognition was a granted... it hadn't been that long, and to be honest he hadn't really had that much to drink over the last few days.
Yet when he glanced up, he felt a... shock... of recognition.
The eyes were the same - they were... the same eyes that he had not written about previously - that he had unconsciously searched the room for before... that something "ill defined" he had left undefined previously. The eyes which he had wondered if Dr Metro had been referring to when they last spoke.
But her face... it was not as he remembered. It was as if the memory of her face had been stripped from his mind, sculpted, stretched, and reinserted. She looked... like a still photograph.
He caught himself just... looking on, in stunned silence.
It lasted all of a microsecond. Then she smiled and they bade each other hello, and life resumed.
