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Subject: Sanglant - Chapter 28

JennS posting for Loveroy who's on the road again ;)
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Date Posted: Saturday, September 10, 09:57:23am
In reply to: Loveroy & Jenn S 's message, "Sanglant - Chapter 24" on Monday, July 18, 07:05:09am

Loveroy is in Mississippi helping where she can, and will kick my butt if I don't post this before she gets back.
Sooo, on with the story!!

Of course as with any good operative, even those that didn't know they were operatives, Michael had the 'ICE' (In Case of Emergency) designation in his cell phone. In his case, it was someone at his office and part of the clandestine Van Damns who dogged his every move while embedded in his life. Michael's assistants were deployed to the airport and the local hospital's emergency room the next morning.

Michael's belongings would be gathered by the airline and retrieved by his representatives in due course. The sexually gratified stewardesses purposely kept Michael's jacket that hung from the bulkhead closet in an attempt to see the man once more the next morning. The EMT treated Michael and the necessary meds were administered to a semi conscious man.

By the time Michael arrived at the hospital, he was awake, aware, in some pain and totally dazed. The doctors advised that he would be kept overnight and that the necessary tests would be run to insure that the injuries did not develop into potentially jeopardous maladies. Although Michael was feeling relatively better and just a little disoriented, he knew the physicians were correct in ordering the tests and figured that he could in the mean time rest. Of course thinking that one can rest at a hospital is just wishful thinking on one's part.

The next morning Michael awoke after a fitful night sleep not remembering much of his recent history. He was aware that he was in a hospital, he was a bit annoyed that his assistant was taking so long to come to his side, and he was not happy about the muddled state of his mind. Back at the Airline, after filing the necessary documentation reporting the incident and before leaving on their next scheduled flight, the Stewardesses were ordered to go to Michael's hospital room, jacket in hand.

The girls arrived at the hospital at the same time as Perry Bauer. Michael had just returned to his room from his tests - an MRI, a Scan, some x-rays, loads of blood work, a string of Psychiatric evaluations and a not necessary but highly enjoyed by a male intern, rectal exam. He was then given a sponge bath by a 50 something, extremely sexual and buxom RN who literary got off by the applied and surprising thorough technique she used on the handsome man's privates. Michael, quite oblivious to the attention he had previously received was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when Perry entered and faced Michael's glorious buttocks peeking out of the gown.

Bauer greeted his boss, "Good morning Michael, look what I found in the hallway."

The flight attendants followed Perry into the room and smiled at the man while they exclaimed, "WOW" and "YIKES."

In rapid French Bauer told Michael that he was sure the two women had 'cum' at the picture he posed and Michael just pinned him with his blazing green eyes in response. Michael then asked in equally fast French about his assistant Chuck. The degenerate looking Bauer asked confused who Chuck was and smiled pointing at the still gaping robe that Michael entangled in the IV line, as he attempted to keep it close while climbing back on his bed.

Trying hard to recall whom the two still unidentified stunned women were he whispered in his lilting French accent, "Hi."

One of the women gained her speech and holding out the jacket she said, "We brought your jacket."

Michael pointed to Bauer and the man took the jacket and folded it in his arms to take it with him, when Michael again in French asked, "Why isn't Chuck here?"

Bauer shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Sir who is this Chuck you keep asking about?"

Michael answered, "My assistant," then, "leave the jacket, I may need it later on."

Bauer obliged, but while his back was to Michael he answered, "I have always been your assistant sir."

Michael was now occupied with the women asking them all kinds of questions and Bauer was going through the pockets of the jacket. Spying an envelope with a law firm letterhead, he slipped it into his own pocket and stopped his inspection of the jacket when the physician showed up in the room. The jacket was left on a hanger in the closet, the second envelope remained safe but forgotten by the ailing man.

Dr. Chernov advised everyone in the room, "I am sorry ladies, sir, but I need to continue Mr. Samuelle's examination and you are all going to have to leave now."

The women smiled and moving to get a last grope at Michael, kissed him, tongue and all, and said their good-byes. Perry Bauer asked Michael if he needed anything else and handing Michael his wallet and watch explained there was now a clean pair of undergarments, socks, shoes, jeans and tee, along with his jacket in the closet. He also told Michael that he would be returning to the hospital as soon as the doctors allowed it.

When everyone was gone Michael confessed to the physician in a husky voice, "Dr. I can't recall the accident or how I got here."

Chernov sat next to Michael and said, "Yes Mr. Samuelle, we have diagnosed a short-term memory loss, probably brought on by the trauma of the accident or some episode before that."

Michael listened attentively, "I remember an assistant this man tells me I never had and the women tell me the plane was coming from Canada but I don't remember the trip."

Dr. Chernov patted Michael's hand, "This is obviously upsetting, but in time things will start to become more clear, however, we need to keep a close eye on you or it could potentially turn into a permanent affliction."

Michael listened in concern the doctor's explanation and asked, "What can I do?"

"Mr. Samuelle, we thought we could arrange to send you to a clinic in Johannesburg that specializes in this type of cases."

Michael answered right-a-way, "Of course, please make the arrangements, when my assistant comes back I would like everything to be set."

"If we knew the name of your current primary health-care giver, we could…"

Michael answered, "Don't worry, please make the arrangements, I don't like to wait for the other shoe to drop. I just ask that you keep me in the loop of what is going on."

"Okay." The doctor continued while taking Michael's pulse, "We could inject you with psychotropic drugs to start the process and if nothing else, hold the erosion of your memory bank."

Before re-entering the room, Perry Bauer reported in to his superiors through his implant asking for further orders. A gruff male voice answered, "Just get him to Johannesburg at once."

Bauer entered the room and asked, "So, what seems to be the diagnosis?"

"I have short term memory loss," Michael continued, "This is my physician Dr. Chernov and he has suggested that I go to a clinic in Johannesburg and I have agreed."

"A pleasure." Bauer said, "We are having Mr. Samuelle's medical records sent to you." The doctor nodded.

Again Michael asked Perry, "How long have you been my assistant?"

Bauer answered, "Seems like forever, why?"

Michael asked, "And there has never been an assistant named Chuck?"

Perry Bauer shook his head in a negative response and Dr. Chernov furthered addressing Bauer, "Sir, is it possible that you fill me in on the itinerary Mr. Samuelle followed in the last say…" turning to Michael with a questioning glance.

Michael answered, "Last thing I recall is preparing for the camping trip to the wilderness camp, but that camp is no where near Canada."

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