Excerpt from The Baslicato:
"Mr. Maxwell, hello, I'm your doctor, Dr. Brook Wilson. Your father called me in as your
specialist.” He stirred. He opened his eyes and gave her the most
beautiful smile she had ever seen in her life. It was heart
stopping. And those eyes! And just where have YOU been all my
life, she thought to herself, surprised by her own reaction to him.
“Hello, my love, I am so glad you’re
here. I’ve been calling you. Did you hear me?” He reached for
her and pulling up toward her, hugged her middle tightly, burying his head in
her breasts, and leaving her momentarily stunned. “Oh, my head
hurts. Nothing makes any sense. What happened to me, do you
know? Did they tell you anything? They won’t tell me a damn
thing. They just tell me to rest,” he said. She hugged him back
just enough to hit the button on the other side of his bed. Her two
assistants came in and pulled him off of her.
“Nicole, love, what’s the matter?
What’s wrong?”
“Mr. Maxwell, listen to me carefully.
I am afraid you have me confused with someone else. I am your new
doctor, Dr. Brook Wilson. Now, are you going behave and keep your hands
to yourself or do I need to restrain you?” He looked at her and
blinked. He became very agitated.
“Nicole? Keep
my hands to my… What’s the meaning of this? You know me! You
know who I am. Richard. Richard MacKenzie, your husband, not some… Mr.
Maxwell. And you are my wife, Nicole,” he said unwaveringly. He
paused and thought a moment and began to doubt himself. “Oh, what’s the
matter with me? Nicole! Why don’t you know me? My God, will this
bloody nightmare never end?” He held his head with both hands, visibly shaken. She very gently injected him with something to calm him down, to make him sleep a little, and give her some time to figure out what was going on here. She didn’t let him see the needle. Somehow she knew he hated needles.
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