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how he’d found himself in such poor condition abandoned in the park.
Because he’d taken a blow to the head, there was a good chance even he may not
remember what had brought him into the hospital.
    My nightly routine was interrupted when we had
another patient enter in critical condition. She’d been hit by a drunk driver
and needed immediate surgery. Another nurse and I helped prep the room for the
doctors involved. When we were done, we went to do a second round of checks on
our respective patients.
    One of the easier things about the night shift was
that patients were typically asleep. This made things rather routine. I’d
simply go in and make sure things were under control, then head off to the next
room to do the same. Sometimes patients were awake and had specific requests,
but usually they weren’t too hard to deal with.
    I did my second round of checks in reverse order. I
don’t know what my problem was, but for some reason I didn’t want to face the
strange man with the mysteriously healing cut. I decided to put if off a little
longer by saving him for last.
    Ultimately, this proved to be a stupid decision.
Instead of just going in and getting it over with, I was postponing it,
allowing my anxiety to build up. I was dreading the moment more and more with
each subsequent patient I saw. But finally there was no putting it off anymore.
I headed to Room 340 to check on him.
    I walked back into the room and was very
relieved to find that nothing much seemed to have changed. Machines still
hummed, beeping and blinking away. The patient was stable and all was well.
Soon it would be time to clock out for the day. Thank goodness. I could use the
rest.
     
    ***
     
    The next night I showed up at the
hospital to be greeted with some surprising news. The patient had woken up. He
was completely lucid and coherent, but not very talkative. He seemed unable to
remember his name or anything related to his personal identity. When asked
about the events that had landed him unconscious in a hospital bed, he had no
answers.
    I was told all of this second hand by a
nurse who worked the shift before me. She said the man didn’t seem unfriendly,
but that he seemed to be hiding something. She had a feeling that he wasn’t
being completely forthright with the doctors.
    When I asked her what made her think
this, she told me she didn’t know, that she could just sort of sense it.
I knew I’d get a chance later in the night to form my own opinion, but frankly
I was in no rush to enter the room. Things had been strange enough when he’d
been unconscious, who knew what it might be like to speak with him.
    I made my rounds, checking on my other
patients, but was soon alerted to Room 340. The heart rate monitor was setting
off a red light in the nurse’s station. I went in to check on the man and found
him sitting up in bed, his chest bare as he pulled off the nodes of his Holter
monitor.
    “What are you doing?” I asked in a stern
tone. “You have to keep that on.”
    “I’m leaving,” he said, pulling each node
off one by one.
    “No you’re not,” I said, pushing him
back down on the bed. “The doctors need to keep a close eye on you.”
    I saw a dangerous look enter his eyes
after I’d pushed him down. He lay back in the bed, but I had the feeling he
might spring up again at any second, knocking me to the floor and running out
of the hospital. There was something wild in his eyes. He didn’t look like a
man who’d been nearly killed; he seemed to be teeming with life, health, and
vitality. He certainly no longer looked like a man who should be in a hospital.
    I placed my hand on his chest as I
re-attached the nodes of his heart rate monitor. I felt a little shock when I
touched him, a sort of electric tingling that made my own body come alive,
feeling more vibrant. I looked into his face, studying it for a second, as if
unsure what to make of him.
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    “Nurse Page,” I said,