Free Bound to Break: Men of Honor, Book 6 by SE Jakes Page B

amnesia. Lucky moved past him into the exam room, and the doctor shut the door quietly.
    Everything he did was quiet and controlled.
    “I’m Dr. Larkin. I’m going to be examining you today.”
    “I’m Lucky.”
    Dr. Larkin nodded and picked up the file from the countertop.
    “I mean, I know the file doesn’t say that’s my name, but that’s what I go by.”
    Dr. Larkin looked through the file for a few moments before saying, “Your name’s Josiah. But it looks like everyone called you Josh. I’m guessing you always went by it.”
    He tried both names out on his tongue but nothing pinged in his brain. He shook his head, frustrated, and the doctor stared at him.
    “Okay, I’ll just call you Lucky then, for now,” he said quietly.
    “Thanks.” He stared down at his hands balled in his lap. “Are they sending me to jail?”
    “I hope not. But a JAG will be around to talk to you.”
    “They were on the plane with me but they told me to keep my mouth shut, not to even ask questions.” And he hadn’t.
    “Let’s get through your medical reviews, okay? If you have nothing to hide, none of this should be a problem.”
    Maybe that was wishful thinking, but Lucky wanted to believe it more than anything.
    Dr. Larkin put the file down and said, “I’d like to give you privacy to undress, but I can’t. So I’ll get ready while you strip down. Put the gown on, opening in the front.”
    Lucky stared at it. “Seriously? Isn’t it easier to go naked?”
    “They have rules about these things for doctors.”
    Dr. Larkin had some snark going and Lucky decided he liked the guy. So he stripped and put the gown on while the doctor washed up and lined up his instruments.
    “Do you have any issues with touch or sound?” he asked before he started.
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Do loud noises startle you more than you think they should? Are you hyperaware of noise, or when someone puts a hand on you? If I came up to you from behind and put a hand on your shoulder, would you react violently without thinking about it?”
    Lucky just stared at him, the questions mixing up in his mind. “I don’t…no one’s ever really tried that.”
    Dr. Larkin smiled a little. “I can see why. I won’t make any moves without telling you what I’m doing first. Fair enough?”
    “Sure.”
    The exam was standard doctor stuff except for the photographs he took of Lucky’s scarring. He asked about Lucky’s aches and pains, told him not to be a tough guy but to answer truthfully.
    “The scars pull. My back and thighs ache more than they should from just scars. Other than that…you know, beyond the fact that I can’t remember anything before four years ago, I’m great.”
    “The scars are deep. Lots of trauma to the muscle, which is why you’ll have the pain. If you need something stronger than ibuprofen, I can write you a prescription.”
    “No thanks.”
    “What about sleeping?”
    “That’s not a problem.”
    “Nightmares?”
    He stared at the doctor, flashing back to his talk with Dash. “I don’t dream.”
    “Interesting. I’m going to set up a CT scan and an MRI for you. See what we can find out. Any seizures?”
    “No.”
    “Good. Headaches? Blurry vision?”
    “No.”
    After ticking off the doctor’s laundry list of items and finding out he was in damned good shape, Dr. Larkin closed the file. “Do you have any questions for me?”
    “Can I see those?” he asked, pointed to the photos on the counter. Dr. Larkin looked reluctant for a second before handing over the Polaroids.
    “Do you want to see the psychiatrist before you do that?” he asked.
    “You think I’m going to freak out?”
    “You might. Any drug allergies?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    He stared down at the pictures. He’d seen the scars in the mirror, of course, or at least as much of them as he could. But the photographs were different. It was like he was looking at a stranger. “Fuck.”
    “Lucky, what’s