some sufferers of tinnitus, the high pitch squeal and hiss became a
constant background noise, which could be ignored unless
the sound changed.
Besides, as much as I tried to focus on getting better, the
insanity about the Avatar distracted me. My fault, really—mom kept bringing
newspapers. It might have been easier if we could’ve watched a television or
used a laptop. We could have kept ourselves entertained with movies or shows we
liked. But Dr. Kirksten was a truly evil, maniacal man who believed in
torturing kids who’d grown up in the Internet age. He denied us any chance to
get to it! Bah! Evil doctor!
Okay, that was a bit over the top. But because of the
possibility that we could have seizures, anything that flashed in various
bright colors could potentially set it off. And it was a rule reinforced by the
new doctor who showed up soon after the incident with the Jessup family. And
she always made sure that people didn’t sneak in with a laptop or tablet. The
lady made sure that the entire floor was clear of them, whether it
belonged to a volunteer or a patient.
This very determined doctor was Rao Kular, and she was a stiff
acting woman of around forty who had come here from India. Possessing an
average height with dark olive skin, she always had her raven-black hair pulled
up in a tight bun. When we met her, she told us that others in her country
had the same kind of symptoms as we did but that was about all she said about
her country. The woman was always focused too much on
her work for any real small talk.
But Kular did say that she’d been almost overwhelmed by the
number of sick people until she’d found out about our recovery. Once Kular had
seen that the therapy had worked, she had come here to consult with Kirksten
further about the remedy to see if they could refine it for the worst cases.
The doctor had stayed when she found that the place had so few doctors.
Unfortunately, Kular was one of those people who regularly used
the word ‘Avatar’ for Alex. And more and more, she would ask us about Alex. It
was bad enough that the doctors were doing it, but then people from the federal
government came in repeatedly to interrogate—oh sorry, ‘interview’—us about
him.
It didn’t help that one up-and-coming hotshot FBI agent, Dane
Eisenhawk, kept pushing at me about Alex’s abilities. I suppose he wanted to
prove how good he was to the older agents accompanying him. But I got more than
a bit tired of his questioning by the time he was done. Of course, outside
every entrance, there stood the worst of all, reporters.
It was bad enough that reporters were yelling out questions
every time they saw someone even remotely connected to us. But it became
ridiculous when a couple reporters ambushed Brand in the patient’s shower room.
When he went in, they were already in the room.
Brand went ballistic. They followed him out into the hallway,
yelling questions. Trying to escape, Brand went into the nearest restroom and
they followed him. Even after a police officer showed up, Brand still got
into pushing fight with one reporter ended up with one foot in a toilet.
It hadn’t been flushed after its last use.
Unfortunately, as funny as it seemed then, the fight had its
consequences. A fever confined Brand to his bed the next day. Later on, his
parents showed up talking about the possibility of the reporter suing them for
Brand’s actions. But that threat ended when Kirksten went on television to talk
about the ‘horrible’ attack by the media on his patients. After that
announcement, Brand’s dad said he hadn’t seen that reporter since.
But because of that, Kirksten warned us that we both had a ways to
go. He had found that aside from the nerve issues, we had continuing problems
with maintaining normal levels of magnesium in our bodies. We were burning
it up faster than normal, and he couldn’t figure out why. To compensate
for the magnesium deficiency, he could only prescribe
constant background noise, which could be ignored unless
the sound changed.
Besides, as much as I tried to focus on getting better, the
insanity about the Avatar distracted me. My fault, really—mom kept bringing
newspapers. It might have been easier if we could’ve watched a television or
used a laptop. We could have kept ourselves entertained with movies or shows we
liked. But Dr. Kirksten was a truly evil, maniacal man who believed in
torturing kids who’d grown up in the Internet age. He denied us any chance to
get to it! Bah! Evil doctor!
Okay, that was a bit over the top. But because of the
possibility that we could have seizures, anything that flashed in various
bright colors could potentially set it off. And it was a rule reinforced by the
new doctor who showed up soon after the incident with the Jessup family. And
she always made sure that people didn’t sneak in with a laptop or tablet. The
lady made sure that the entire floor was clear of them, whether it
belonged to a volunteer or a patient.
This very determined doctor was Rao Kular, and she was a stiff
acting woman of around forty who had come here from India. Possessing an
average height with dark olive skin, she always had her raven-black hair pulled
up in a tight bun. When we met her, she told us that others in her country
had the same kind of symptoms as we did but that was about all she said about
her country. The woman was always focused too much on
her work for any real small talk.
But Kular did say that she’d been almost overwhelmed by the
number of sick people until she’d found out about our recovery. Once Kular had
seen that the therapy had worked, she had come here to consult with Kirksten
further about the remedy to see if they could refine it for the worst cases.
The doctor had stayed when she found that the place had so few doctors.
Unfortunately, Kular was one of those people who regularly used
the word ‘Avatar’ for Alex. And more and more, she would ask us about Alex. It
was bad enough that the doctors were doing it, but then people from the federal
government came in repeatedly to interrogate—oh sorry, ‘interview’—us about
him.
It didn’t help that one up-and-coming hotshot FBI agent, Dane
Eisenhawk, kept pushing at me about Alex’s abilities. I suppose he wanted to
prove how good he was to the older agents accompanying him. But I got more than
a bit tired of his questioning by the time he was done. Of course, outside
every entrance, there stood the worst of all, reporters.
It was bad enough that reporters were yelling out questions
every time they saw someone even remotely connected to us. But it became
ridiculous when a couple reporters ambushed Brand in the patient’s shower room.
When he went in, they were already in the room.
Brand went ballistic. They followed him out into the hallway,
yelling questions. Trying to escape, Brand went into the nearest restroom and
they followed him. Even after a police officer showed up, Brand still got
into pushing fight with one reporter ended up with one foot in a toilet.
It hadn’t been flushed after its last use.
Unfortunately, as funny as it seemed then, the fight had its
consequences. A fever confined Brand to his bed the next day. Later on, his
parents showed up talking about the possibility of the reporter suing them for
Brand’s actions. But that threat ended when Kirksten went on television to talk
about the ‘horrible’ attack by the media on his patients. After that
announcement, Brand’s dad said he hadn’t seen that reporter since.
But because of that, Kirksten warned us that we both had a ways to
go. He had found that aside from the nerve issues, we had continuing problems
with maintaining normal levels of magnesium in our bodies. We were burning
it up faster than normal, and he couldn’t figure out why. To compensate
for the magnesium deficiency, he could only prescribe
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