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Here is my story: about half of Chapter Fifteen of Tom's Memories aka Lost and found:
Dr Bruce Jones drove away from the Retreat seething with anger, his mind roiling with possible problems. Stephanie Hammer waking up, becoming more aware, was the biggest of them.
"Out of the question," he roared, thumping his fist on the steering wheel. The car swerved sharply and skidded in the gravel. Bruce corrected the steering and drove on.
He'd bet his last dollar Andrea had been taking some of the pills meant for Stephanie. He'd have to take over administering the medication once more. Andrea's guilty conscience must be stirring again.
"This has to stop," he thought. "I haven't come this far just to go back to prison."
He had no idea what was in the pills, getting them off the black market from a friend who had a friend who "knew someone." All he knew was they did their job and kept Stephanie hopelessly dazed during the days and restless in her sleep. He had convinced her the pills were to help stop nightmares and she took one each night without question.
Bruce, with his usual dogmatic nature, resolved to pay more attention to Andrea, watching her moods in particular. If her conscience was rearing its head, he'd have to remind her that she was an accessory and had just as much chance of being tried and sentenced, then riding in shackles on that big black bus to prison, where her passions for shoes, theatre and other city excitements would be denied her.
And would there be a visitor to come and see her on visiting days? Of course not, since he would most likely be in a prison far, far away from hers.
It didn't matter one bit that the whole thing had been a horrible series of mistakes from the beginning. Too many years had passed and the Law did not look kindly on those who held back information, especially if they were also the guilty parties.
Not the only guilty parties, but Andrea's brother Barry had died from an overdose and although his mate Lindsay was never seen again, that didn't mean he might pop up again at any moment.
"The optimum outcome," Bruce thought, "would be to have Stephanie stay just as I have her for another few years. As for Andrea, I'll just have to see how things pan out. Stephanie staying at the Retreat more sounds good on the surface, but if she doesn't get the medication and starts remembering more, things will go downhill faster than a waterfall. I'm going to have to make new plans and keep them fluid. Thank goodness Jim Hammer never got found. It's a good thing too, that Andrea never knew what Barry did with the body."
He rounded a corner and stopped on the side of the road to look at "his" hospital. There were no patients now apart from Stephanie, the others had moved on once it was known Dr Wurtzel wasn't coming back. The hospital was so isolated, it was easy enough to keep their operations secret. He just needed a few more years.
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