Finishing up his litany, Dr. Mitchell promised to get Jon's testing started soon. He and the nurse then left Jon alone with his thoughts, the doctor taking the cup up to the lab.
As he was headed there, he suddenly realized that he wasn't really the best doctor for this patient. Dr. Takeshi in psychiatry was really more experienced in this area; it would really be better for Jon to be seen by a specialist.
He grinned as he mused that Jon didn't know how lucky he was. Not only was he being attended by one of the hottest nurses in the hospital, but Dr. Mitchell was now transferring his care to one of the most beautiful doctors in the building. It would almost seem odd if she weren't also one of the most competent.
Dr. Mitchell dropped the sample off at the labs, then made his way to the Doctor's Lounge. On his way, he spotted Dr. Takeshi walking towards him. "If only I wasn't married," he thought to himself. Dr. Takeshi wore her full length labcoat open over a black slack and red v-neck pullover ensemble, with comfortable flats. He flagged her down, and they sat down in the lounge while he explained the case to her.
"So the patient's isn't retaining his short term memory at all?" she asked.
"That's right. I thought this case would be in your line, since you specialize in memory. If you want, I'll handle your general caseload for today so you have some time to work with him. Just give me a spot in your paper when you write it. Deal?"
Dr. Takeshi had always appreciated Dr. Mitchell for not thinking of her as a walking sex object like most of the other staff members. She knew full well that sexism in medicine was still in force. She didn't apologize for her looks, but it did make it difficult to get things done when everyone was busy staring at her (admittedly quite nice) boobs and ass. The proposition was a pretty good one, and she probably would be able to get a paper out of it; it wasn't everyday a real life 'Memento' showed up in a psychiatrist's office. "Deal," she replied.
Dr. Takeshi spent the rest of the morning and the early part of the afternoon reviewing Jon's tests, both those from the previous day and the new ones as they came in. After finishing with the last of them, she headed straight for Jon's room, just missing Susan as she came out looking flushed.
"Are you all right nurse?" She asked.
"I'm fine," replied Susan. "The patient just fished eating and getting an afternoon stress relief after all his tests. He really took it like a trooper, no complaints at all, even when Gretta in radiology got a bit overly enthusiastic assfucking him before his MRI. I wish more patients were like him." Susan headed off down the hall to the nurses station, absentmindedly fixing her somewhat disheveled looking scrubs and trying to pin her hair back up.
"Mr. Everett?" Dr. Takeshi called, knocking lightly on his door. Not receiving a response, she went in and found Jon sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm Dr. Takeshi," she said. "Dr. Mitchell handed me your case about your memory problem. I'm a specialist in this area, so we're hoping to get to the bottom of this."
"I'm still not completely clear on what is wrong. Everyone keeps saying that I have a memory problem, but aside from the time between waking up this morning and when I ... I think I collapsed, I remember everything."
"Jon, you collapsed 3 weeks ago, and regained consciousness early yesterday. I'm sorry, I know this is a shock, but I'll be blunt: it appears you have no short term memory, just like in memento." Jon was looking at her like she had 2 heads, although by the way his eyes kept wandering, she could tell that her head was probably not getting the majority of his attention. "We're not sure how long of a window you have, clearly more than in the movie. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Uh sure doc," relied Jon, not quite processing what she was saying. He felt a bit weak, but aside form that and the fact that everyone kept doing all manner of sexual acts around him (Susan this morning; the slightly overweight MRI tech insisting he fuck her luscious ass before they could scan him; the blood technician getting his blood flow going by jerking him a bit, then deep-throating him for being such a good patient afterwards...), everything seemed fine.
His attention snapped back to reality (or at least he thought it was reality), running up and down her body. "What's wrong?" she asked. He was looking right at her, but she looked down and didn't notice anything unusual. Her v-neck was in her right hand with her bra, and her slacks were undone as she was worked then down with her other hand.
"Nothing doc, I swear. Nothing," he replied gulping in surprise and appreciation of her fine physique, now fully revealed as she neatly folded her clothes and put them on the nightstand.
"Okay, then let me just give you a small physical to get things started," Dr. Takeshi said, getting on her knees in front of him and reaching inside his gown to fondle his balls.
