Dr. Alexander J. Goodman
Our last therapy session was..interesting everyone.
Let’s hope I can curb my tripping and fainting problem some time soon..
Finn looked at Rachel heart brokenly when she told him that she didn’t remember anything. It was like everything that he had had immediately been taken from him, yet she was right in front of him. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t supposed to happen. “You hit your head Rachel,” he whispered, taking a seat in the chair next to her bed and slipping his hand into hers, not caring that the other doctors were around to see him. “You’re in the hospital… everything’s gonna be okay.. I’m not gonna leave you alone,” he told her, looking at her with sadness in his eyes. Remembering that she probably had no idea who he was he took a deep breath, biting down on his lip before speaking. “I-I’m Finn by the way.. y-you’re boyfriend,” he whispered, looking down sadly and feeling tears well up in his eyes. When he saw doctors walking towards them with a bottle of pills in his hands he shook his head, standing protectively in front of her. “Please, don’t give her anything yet, please. I can find a way to make her better. Doctor Goodman please let me find a way to make her feel better without that medicine, please,” he begged, looking at the man pleadingly and he held Rachel’s small hand tightly in his own.
Rachel saw the doctor come in after Finn, and she just shook her head when he asked how she felt. ”Tired. Sore. Hungry. Confused,” she said, a slight emptiness in her voice. All the doctors around her - at least that was what they called themselves - were making her anxious, although she couldn’t really place why. ”Oh….” she said, trailing off when Finn told her that she hit her head. She blinked a few times when he slipped his hand into hers, but she squeezed it slightly even though she wasn’t quite sure who exactly he was. The face looked familiar, and she felt like it was from more than just when he brought her in to the doctors. ”Why? And why are you here? What’s going on?” she asked, getting more confused with every question she asked. It hurt to think, but she couldn’t stop trying to put the pieces together. Maybe he had been the one to bring her to the hospital in the first place, she thought to herself. Maybe it was someone she knew in her life before she hit her head - what was her life before she hit her head? She assumed that she must have had one, but she currently couldn’t remember anything about it. ”Hi Finn. Are you… how did we… how do I know you? Before we were dating, I mean. Where did we meet,” she whispered. She was getting more and more confused the more she was told and it was starting to upset her because she knew that everyone expected her to remember things. People usually remembered things, especially important things like who their boyfriend was. He was attractive, she thought, and he seemed nice. But she wanted to remember a date he had taken her on, or when their first kiss had been, something about him more than just his name and that he was her boyfriend. ”Can I ask you a question?” she asked, looking up into his eyes before continuing. ”Who am I?” she whispered. She felt so lost without much of an identity. All she knew was that her skin looked young, her name was apparently Rachel Berry, and she was currently in a hospital. Her heart started racing as the doctors came towards her with a bottle of pills, and she blinked confusedly when Finn started begging one of the doctors not to let the other doctors give her medicine. She was afraid of the doctors, so she definitely wasn’t complaining about having them sidetracked from her, at least for a moment.
“Hold the meds.” Goodman said placing a hand on the other doctor’s shoulder. “She’s had enough for one day.” He said looking at Finn who was obviously distraught.
“These medications could be fatal to someone of her stature.” Goodman said approaching the door. “Get some rest, Rachel..and Finn, don’t leave her side.” Goodman smiled, nodding at Finn as he swiftly exited the room.
Finn sat outside of the room that Rachel was in and all he had heard were muffled voices inside. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head in his hands, trying desperately to control his breathing. This couldn’t be happening, he really couldn’t believe that anything had happened and all he wanted was for Rachel to be okay, she had to be okay. When he heard his name he looked up, nodding slightly so Doctor Goodman knew that he was acknowledging him. “I-I don’t know. She didn’t know who I was… she didn’t know who she was,” he said, looking down sadly as he tried desperately control his emotions. Suddenly a doctor from inside the room opened the door and Finn immediately stood up, pushing past the doctor and running inside, looking at Rachel sadly when he saw her hooked up to an IV with stitches in her head. “Rachel?” he whispered, his voice quivering slightly. “Are you.. are you okay?” he asked her, looking at her worriedly.
Rachel drifted in and out of consciousness as the doctors treated her, but she stabilized once they had her stitched up. She had lost a lot of blood and still didn’t have her memory back, but she was probably going to be okay. When a doctor asked her if there was anyone she wanted to see she just shrugged, not knowing anyone’s name and having no way to convey to them who she wanted. She laid in the hospital bed, weak and alone, an IV sticking out of her arm and stitches in her head. When she heard her name she jumped, but the face she saw walking into her room looked familiar. ”I don’t know. I don’t remember anything, so I have no way to be sure. What happened to me? Where am I?” she asked him. Her head felt foggy and numb, from the pain medicine she was on, and she definitely didn’t like it. She just wanted to take a nap, but first she needed answers about what was going on. Rachel was very confused, and she hated being confused. She liked to be a know-it-all who could be smarter than everyone else so they’d admire her, and she currently felt stupid and alone.
Dr. Goodman quickly shuffled into the room, glancing over at Rachel and Finn. “How you feelin’ kiddo?” Dr. Goodman smiled looking over at an extremely tired Rachel Berry.
He felt bad for Finn, who seemed lost without the tiny girl before him. He could tell Finn was searching for any trace of Rachel that remembered him.
A doctor approached Dr. Goodman whispering in his ear. “Dr. she’s had some severe head trauma..Greyson wants us to experiment with Piracetam to bring her memory back..That stuff is hard core..He wants us to push a lot more than the recommended dosage, and she’s already on heavy narcotics.” He mumbled to Goodman. “Well, whatever he says goes.” Dr. Goodman said, with a half-hearted smile, not wanting to risk his job by putting a stop to Greyson’s madness. The other doctor approached Rachel and Finn with a bottle of pills.
Dr. Goodman woke up with a pouding headache in the darkness, sprawled on his desk. He couldn’t recall a time this had ever happened to him. “What the..” Dr. Goodman mumbled as he regained himself and hopped onto the ground. “Rachel..” He thought to himself, picturing the tiny framed girl in all her glory. She was perfect. He smiled thinking about her attitude, and the way she held herself.
Dr. Goodman quickly approached the door, peeking out in a secretive manner..something he was used to being- sneaky. He tried to look at casual as possible without falling over. “Finn..” Dr. Goodman whispered as he approached Finn. He put his hands in his pockets and analyzed the distraught young man.
“How she doin’?” He frowned down at Finn who was leaned against the wall outside of the doorway.
Yep. I dislike all, except Ms. Pierce.
Like the nurses? I think one has been steeling medicine, I’m working on her.
Cut the kids some slack, Hayden..Can’t imagine how they feel- being institutionalized at this place..not to mention they all seem to be convinced there’s some dishonest practices going on around here..These nurses seem a little too entitled.
They’re such awful children.
Are you serious?
It’s more of our staff I’m concerned about..
Good luck with that.
Haven’t had the best of luck so far.
I will be questioning some patients, involving the suicide attempt of Finn Hudson.
Poor kid.
