Jon refused to accept that he was in fact, Sarah MacMillan, despite the evidence supporting it...namely the fact that he saw Sarah every time he looked in the mirror.
But he remained calm. It was the only way he could get out of here. He'd decided either he was crazy, or the wishing stone had created this scenario. Either way, he needed to get out. He preferred to think wishing stone though. Being Sarah couldn't be possible...could it?
So, he played along. He combed out Sarah's hair, washed her face, and when he was told Sarah's parents were coming to visit, he even put on some of Sarah's clothes that the Doctor had given him.
He was waiting when he heard the sound of loud arguing outside the door. "Keep your voice down, Mr. MacMillan. This is a hospital. There are sick people here," the Doctor said.
"Look, if she is better, we're taking her home. I can pay for round-the-clock nurse care, and psychiatrist visits. I want to take my little girl home," Richard insisted.
"This isn't a broken leg, sir. The brain, once fractured, doesn't heal overnight. If she isn't a danger to herself, I can't keep her here..."
"Alright then."
"But, it is my medical opinion that she is not ready to leave. She still doesn't remember anything about her life. She thinks Sarah is some other person she knew. And my report will say you signed her out against medical advice."
"Noted," Richard said. "Can we see her now?"
Jon watched as Richard and Susan MacMillan entered the room. He fidgited, nervously as the two looked at him expectantly.
"She looks terrible," Susan said. She was very beautiful for a woman her age. Jon remembered she was a model of some kind. "What have you people done to her in here? Circles under the eyes, no makeup, pale."
"Again, this is a mental hospital, not a day spa," the Doctor said, annoyed. The MacMillans were clearly trying his patience.
Jon actually giggled at that, then covered his mouth. Boys didn't usually giggle.
"How are you, Sarah?" Richard said, with authority. He was used to keeping track of subordinates, and while he'd always indulged his daughter, in his opinion, she needed a firm hand right now.
"Umm..." Jon said, "Fine, I guess..."
"Daddy," he prompted.
"Fine, Daddy," he responded.
"That settles it," Richard said. "She's fine. Get the paperwork ready. I'll sign a waiver if you want."
