Can You Mend My Broken Heart?

448 The memory suppressan

"Yes, Sir !!!"

Oshana trembled and spoke all nervously.

"What a Yes Sir will do? Huh !!!"

"I paid you more than you could think off. Your study loans and everything has been waived off. I gave you a comfortable living so that you could take care of a small thing. But looks like you do not have the talent to even do that."

"Ermm...."

"Can you tell me exactly what happened? probably I think of suitable medicine accordingly."

Oshana suggested with her faint timid voice, afraid that he would lash out on her again.

"He could recognize his mother's picture."

"Really? That's great right."

"Well, this part is great. What worries me is a memory which is deep down buried inside of his head. Something that happened ages ago which should not have happened. But anyway, due to the trauma associated with it, he had forgotten it all. But right now, the way in which he is able to remember the faces back, I am scared that the suppressed memory might come up."

"So the memory depressants were to suppress an unpleasant memory?"

"Unpleasant? Huh... That would be an understatement I must say. I would rather call it a catastrophe. Do you get it?"

Mr. Walker thundered.

"I am warning you Dr. Oshana if my son is able to recollect that memory, then that would be the worst thing that has happened to him. Knowing the fiber with which my son is made of, I am pretty sure, he will be destroyed."

"His life depends on not remembering the memory."

"What is that memory, may I know?"

Mr. Walker paused for a while and chuckled.

"Woman, do you think I am that stupid to give away leverage to you? Huh..."

That pause itself had killed Dr. Oshana and to top it off the tone at which he spoke was too much for her to handle. So she started to vehemently apologize to him and said,

"I am sorry Mr. Walker, I had no intention of doing anything like that. Sorry for my curiosity. I will ask Raymond to come over to my clinic and I will increase the dosage of the memory suppressant."

"He cannot go to your clinic now."

"Why?"

"Because today is a party which will be hosted by me. So he will be coming there. Today is the day when the word will know that my son is back."

"Oh, that's ... that's wonderful."

"I know. So do one thing. Get the new medicine and come to the party. Talk with him and know his status. Ask him what all he remembers. He might call you in some time as he shares everything with you.?I will try to get the caterer to incorporate that in his food or drink. God knows what all he will remember if his memories aren't chained."

Saying that Sebastian disconnected the call."

Dilemma...

A moral Dilemma...

To do or not to do...

Dr. Oshana stared at her phone for a while as she was contemplating whether to tell about this whole thing to Dr. Nelson or not.

After quite some deliberation, she picked up the phone and dialed his number.

One ring...

Two rings...

"Hello"

"Hello, Dr. Nelson. Is it a good time to talk? I need some good five to ten minutes of yours."

"Depends on what the matter is about."

"This is about Raymond and Sebastian."

"Ok, Shoot !!!"

"Mr. Sebastian had called me just now, wanting me to increase the dosage of memory suppressant for Raymond."

"And why would he want that all of a sudden?"

"Because he can remember faces."

"He can what?"