What a strange, strange man

[myfedorarocks]

WHO: Twitch (Dr. Grant)
WHAT: Twitch is new here. He has no idea what's going on, but he's going to be exploring and doing some reading.
WHERE: The cave, specifically the library
WHEN: Immediately after his arrival (April 10th)

This place was strange. Stranger than the facility on the island had been. At least then, it had felt familiar, even if he hadn't understood why he knew his way around the facility. But this wasn't something completely knew, and on top of that, his dream hadn't been real? But that part... that part made sense.

They hadn't told him what the accident had involved. Maybe it was what made him like this, unsure of what was going on. Unsure of even his own name. The name "Allen Grant" held nothing for him. But then, "Twitch" had been something the children in his dream had called him because of his ever present nervous tick. It had been something he enjoyed, a name more real sounding than anything else, but he didn't exactly want to get in trouble for calling himself something that he was told wasn't real.

Twitch was a much better name for himself, because he would be a terrible doctor. His hands shook all the time. About the only time he was able to hold them steady was... well. He hadn't exactly found a consistent manner in which he was able to hold his hands steady.

It must have been a terrible accident, though, for him to not remember his name. To not have a name even in his dream. How many years had he been in the hospital? The photograph of him was quite old and he did look younger, maybe by ten years or so.

His head hurt, and the place was making him disoriented and confused. It was why he found himself, after a long time, at the library. Maybe he could find something here. Something about the city as it used to be, before the Disaster. Maybe he could find some newspaper clippings about himself here. About what made him into this scared, nervous wreck of a man. About the accidents. Anything at all.

He had been told he was respected, surely he was well liked enough that there would be something?

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[myfedorarocks]

"Newspaper records," he said after a moment. "On a doctor," he glanced around the library, rather overwhelmed. Would he be able to learn anything at all? "Or um. Medical books. That sort of thing." It wasn't his intent to blow off the other man, but he was lost and confused.

[tartanisstylish]

Aziraphale tapped his fingers together, wrists propped against his chest. "Medical books, yes, I should be able to find them." He cocked his head at how jittery the doctor was. "Do you happen to know the name of the doctor? I can look up famous doctors but it would be much easier to find if I had something more to go on."

[myfedorarocks]

He nodded. "His name is Dr. Allen Grant." He paused, a little awkwardly, glancing around again, as though he was expecting to get attack. "He's. Um. Me. My name here."

[tartanisstylish]

"Ah. I see." Aziraphale frowned. "Well, let's start with the medical books. We'll get you set up with those and then see what we can find in the database."

Standing, he turned the corner and made his way to the section a few rows over where the medical histories were located.

[myfedorarocks]

"I... don't need to learn a lot," Twitch confessed. "I want to learn how I hurt my head," he said, one finger touching at his temple. He was, of course, aware that it wasn't possible that he was always this way. He had been a doctor. That indicated that, at one point, he had been a competent man. It was just a matter of finding out what had happened to him, and if there was any sort of way to get better.

"If there are still records."

[tartanisstylish]

"Hm. Records it is, then." Aziraphale abruptly changed directions and headed back to the terminal he'd been working on, hoping Twitch would follow. "Were you very famous?" he asked absently as he focused very hard on typing the name into the database. "And how long ago were you injured?"

[myfedorarocks]

"I... I was told I was respected," he said slowly. "But I don't think I was famous." He hoped, though, that it would be in the records. But he didn't know how long ago he had been injured. It could have been at any point after the photograph was taken. "All I know was that it was some time before the Disaster," he admitted, trembling a bit.

[tartanisstylish]

"I see." He frowned again, navigating the technology with some difficulty. "This looks right . . . 'Allen Grant still receiving hospital treatment'. Here - " He stood up, giving Twitch his seat. "Have a look."

[myfedorarocks]

He sat down, reading the article. No, there wasn't anything about the accident in particular. Though he knew his mind wasn't what it used to be, he had a feeling what it was. Something had happened to his head. Something to make him forget who he was, to forget everything. "Nothing," he said with disappointment. "It... it just says 'an accident.'"

Maybe he could make it to the hospital. Maybe there would still be patient records there.

[tartanisstylish]

"Sorry," Aziraphale said, and he was, the fellow looked so crestfallen. "Maybe there's more. I can keep looking!"

[myfedorarocks]

His head shook. "No. I.... I think I'm..." he paused, trailing off. "I'll look for information at the hospital. If it's still standing."

[tartanisstylish]

"Of course. Of course." Aziraphale straightened his tie, unsure how else to help. "I do wish you the best of luck. . . . "

[myfedorarocks]

He smiled an awkward sort of smile. "I only hope it's still there."

[tartanisstylish]

"If it's not, find me straightaway," Aziraphale said firmly. "There's always information to be found somewhere."

[myfedorarocks]

"Thank you," Twitch said, his smile much more natural now. "Mr...?"

[tartanisstylish]

"Gates," Aziraphale said, with some discomfort. "John Gates. And of course I know your name already," he added, brightening up.

[myfedorarocks]

He brightened at that. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Gates."

[tartanisstylish]

"And you, Dr. Grant." Aziraphale inclined his head slightly. He was rather pleased as he walked back to his desk. That could have gone much more strangely. Still, what an intriguing gentleman.