CHAPTER FIVE
The male doctor with the non-descript face, brush-cut hair style, and green scrubs slipped out of the examining room at the ER and glanced at his clipboard. Then he peered at Miranda as if about to confer with a key witness.
“Can you tell me what really happened?”
“What do you mean?”
Glancing at his notes again, he said, “He could be delirious, but it’s hard to tell. It would be helpful to know the exact cause of the swelling at the base of his head.”
“Didn’t he tell you?”
“That’s the problem. Most of what he claims is hardly believable. And the way he flits from one story to the next makes me wonder if there might be complications. Problems with memory, impulsivity, cognitive impairment. There may be neurological phenomena to consider as well as fatigue.”
“Fatigue,” sa
