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Back Again? - Chapter 42

       Morty found, upon stirring, that he was in a place growing increasingly familiar yet seemed strange, to his annoyance.

       "What?" he asked softly, finding that he was seated on a hospital bed, the white walls murder on his retinas. His head was pounding, the beeps from some machinery far too much for his liking. How did I get here?

       The brunet peered around, trying to find a clue or something, but there were none to be found. It was just him, wearing a hospital gown, in a room alone, surrounded by machinery. 

       "Ah, you're awake." 

       Morty looked to his left, seeing a doctor step into the room and shut the door behind him. "I see you've passed out again?" the man asked, though his tone said he already knew the answer. Morty shrugged, furrowing his brows and taking in the doctor's appearance. He didn't recognize the man at all, but that was probably the only reason for his confusion. Right?

       "D-Did I?" Morty questioned softly, regarding the man with curious eyes. "Yes. It says on your chart that you collapsed in the middle of a market here in town. Jeff's, I believe."

       Morty's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he tried to recall. He couldn't really recall much at this point, giving up on it all. 

       "A man drove you in, actually. A Mr. Goldenfold, I believe," the doctor went over some of his own notes curiously, nodding after a moment. "Yes, that's right. I see this has been happening quite frequently, as well?" Morty shrugged, "I g-guess."

       "Well, I ran some scans of your noggin, there. I'm gonna go see if they're ready for me to grab and then I'll be right back to go over everything with you." The man stood, leaving his chart on the foot of Morty's cot, and the brunet sighed heavily as he went back to laying in the bed, placing his hands over his eyes with a huff.

       The door opening slightly pulled the brunet from his 'moment', and he peered over curiously to find Rick wandering in, a bottle of water in his hand. He approached the brunet carefully, sighing gently when he saw that Morty was up now. "I leave for a drink," he chuckled, sitting on the edge of the brunet's cot. "How do you feel, kid?" 

       "My h-head is killing me," Morty complained, sitting up slightly. Rick offered a sympathetic hum, capping his water bottle and moving to a seat against the wall when the doctor re-entered. 

       "Hello," he greeted Rick, returning to a rolling chair and pulling it closer to the brunet. "How have you been with your memory?" the man questioned as he removed some scans from an orange folder. 

       Morty gave a short chuckle, thinking it over for a moment. "Well, I think I've gotten it back, ho-honestly. It's ju-just a hassle getting b-back into the swing of things." The doctor gave a hum of congratulations, almost, as he went over the brunet's scans. "Well, I can say right now that your scans are completely normal. Were you prone to fainting spells before this?"

       "N-no, never," Morty replied, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "Well, I can't really pinpoint what could be causing that at this exact moment. But I must say," the man held a scan up for Morty to view, "that fall of yours some time back did more damage to your Broca's Area, the part of the brain that deals with your speech? There was a slight decrease in the amount of blood flow, so you may find yourself speaking with a slight stutter from this point on." Morty huffed, upset now that he was no longer 'over' his stutter. 

       "Now, back to your fainting spells. I have a series of things it could be." The man grabbed a notepad with a few things scribbled on it, "Do you have a regular diet?"