He entered my room and began reviewing my charts.
“Vous savez que je ne suis pas fou,” I said, testing out my new ability.
The Doctor glanced toward the door and replied in English. “I’m not treating you for insanity.”
“You know what I mean. The nurses think I’ve lost my mind after what I’ve been through, but you know better. I saw it in your mind.”
“In my mind…yes, I see. You believe you can read people’s minds.” His eyes drifted back to my chart. His next question was in French. “When did you learn to speak French?”
“Hier — aujourd’hui.” He flinched as I responded in kind, so I switched back to English. “Yesterday, today, what does it matter? I can’t read minds now, but I know things. I can see things, do things, and understand things that never made sense before.”
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