Friday, October 4, 2013

10.4.2013: 352

Dalia’s eyes were green, her skin pale and her hair honey-colored and silvery, long and straight. She leaned against a white corner, counting invisible stars and laughing childishly. Jack gritted his teeth, biting down on that evasive cavity that was not quite healthy, but still not bad enough to send him driving to Dr. Ciffon’s office. He tapped his index finger against the clipboard, undecided.
“Okay. I’m going to go in and see if I can talk to her. She’s had her meds today, yes?” He addressed the orderly who stood droop-eyed at the door. The young man nodded. Jack sighed.  “I’ll be out in a minute. He pressed his finger into the keypad and stepped in. Dalia seemed not to notice him at first. “Good morning, Dalia.” He said, his voice grim, but steady.
Her eyes swung around and flamed with delighted excitement.
“You’re back! Do you remember me now? Have you remembered?” She was on her feet in an instant, tucking a strand of blonde hair captive behind her ear, and smiling in that same shy, timid way. Jack said nothing and studied his clipboard.
“Did you take your medication today?”
“Yes,” Dalia replied palely. “Jack?”
“I’d appreciate it if you would call me Dr. Littlefield right now.” He tried to smile and failed, succeeding only in a weak grimace. Dalia’s brow furrowed in worried caution. She blinked and looked down at the floor with the air of a punished puppy.
“State your name.” He demanded. She looked hurt by his short manner, and her voice was soft.
“Madelene. But you call me Maddie, remember?”
“Your full name please.” His voice came out even colder than he had intended.
“Madelene Amelia Littlefield.”
Feeling panicked, he responded croakingly, “That’s impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because your name is Dalia May Hawthorne and Maddie died six years ago.”
“Well you do have a problem then, don’t you?” She said smilingly, with that painfully familiar way that sent rivers of fear through his head.

“Keep taking your medication.” He buzzed at the door and the orderly ushered him out. Dalia looked out after him, still smiling.

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