Wake me if you are out there

Chapter 11

I didn't want to acknowledge that this was real. my head hurts, my throat burns, my body aches, my sweats and a baggy t-shirt are too uncomfortable compared to the sensation of wearing pants and a shirt, my memory is a little blurry, but not blurry enough to ignore the situation am in. i focused for the first time after several minutes on the doctor in front of me.

"...Wha- what do I have to explain?"

"First of all" said the doctor shoving his glasses up on his nose."how were you able to wound someone like that, as far as the police have told me, they haven't found a weapon or anything sharp enough to make such an impression" he paused "how did you do that?" he asked with a curious look i have never expected someone like him to have.

"Uh well..." no, the question really was 'how to explain it'

He just stared at me with nothing that could be read from his expression. it was creepy and until then i notice that this doctor, judging by his badge, i could tell by reading, it that he was a chemist.

What the hell was a chemist doing in a case like this?

"Hmm I see you noticed what I am" i quickly looked up to the doctor's eyes, Mr Quinto. the man was a lot more creepy than Ithought "yes, I know you wonder what is a doctor like me doing in a place like this" he said spreading his arms, clearly gesturing at the room, with a smirk on his face that seems to change way too much.

i turned my head towards all the corners of the room with a curious expression. obviously taken aback a lot for this doctor's atitudes. "I am a chemist and I got degrees on psichiatry and biology" I blinked in surprise and gulped, didn't he look to young for that?

"Yes, I am young. but as my parents put it. i am a genius. somehow." he entertwined his fingers and lowered his head to his claspped hands. and smiled, again.

probably he was expecting some kind of response which I didn't give. he sighed and he took a clipboard on a bedside table beside him. He reacomodated himdelf on his chair and stared at me, again.

"do you remember what happened last week?" he asked intently. And the he started explaining, seeing that I had no idea what was he talking about

He made me remember my attack. how i had hurt two people so far