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*Manhattan Medical Facility*

Dr. Timothy Dahn pulled the needle away from Hyung Soongs arm, a semi-permanent
scowl now upon the doctor's face. The ever present Sandra gave him a questioning look
as the doctor pulled back and straightened up. "He'll be resting soon enough." Sandra, having
been with the doctor for a very long time already, was not fooled. "What's bothering you Doctor?"
The doctor sighed. "It's this damned 'illness'. He should be awake by now. He still continues to
resist the treatments we've been administering. Although he has calmed down a little it is nowhere
near where I expected him to be. It's troublesome. I have not seen trauma like this for a long time.
The nearest thing I can think of that is like Hyung's ... resistance... is from war veterans, in a particularly
bloody war. But that doesn't make any sense. There has to be a reason for this."

Sandra busied herself doing some paperwork while she kept a subtle eye on the now-pacing doctor.
Over the last couple of months, they had tried various methods of mind and body restoration techniques,
both legal and illicit sorts. The effect on Hyung was insignificant when compared to the doctor's rising
frustrations. Sandra was starting to get concerned for the Doctor himself. She tried to placate him.

"He will be all right doctor. You will find a way." Timothy scowled at her, then released an explosion of
air, and sat down at the table with his face in his hand. "Yes, I guess you're right. At least he's not
screaming anymore." Sandra nodded, her eyes gleaming in the subdued lighting. "You will see," she said.

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Timothy sat at his desk, his medical datapads and manuscripts strewn all over any available flat surface.
A knock sounded and Sandra poked her head around the door, a new light in her eyes. "Doctor!" she
gasped. "Come quick! Hyung has opened his eyes, and this time they are focusing!" The doctor sprang up,
knocking over some of the loose datapads and cursed as he hobbled out of the door, rubbing his complaining
knee. He and Sandra rushed down the corridor to Hyungs room and barely skidded to a halt. They walked
briskly in, just as Hyung's eyes closed. The doctor pulled up a chair beside Hyung's bed and gently called
his name. "Hyung."

Hyung groggily, and slowly, opened his eyes, then promptly screwed them shut, a low moan escaping from
his dehydrated lips. The doctor, barely able to restrain his excitement at this first sign of coherence, quietly
called Hyungs name again, as he turned down the lights a few settings. "Hyung, can you hear me?" Hyung
was very still, and just barely audible, he breathed, "what?" "Hyung do you remember what happened? Do you
remember how you got here?" "What?" Hyung slowly squinted, "Who's there?" The doctor introduced himself and
Sandra then repeated his earlier question. "Hyung do you know what has happened?" Hyung started to
shake his head then stopped, a grimace plainly visible on his face, his eyes once more shut tight. "I'm afraid."
The doctor glanced up at Sandra who shook her head slightly. Then he replied,"It's ok, Hyung. You're safe
here. You just rest. There will be time for talking later."

Hyung had already closed his eyes, and the doctor lingered for a moment, unsure if Hyung could still hear
him. He glanced up at Sandra, a hungry expression on his face. "Maybe soon we will find out." Sandra
nodded her head, the gleam back in her eye. It was always nice when things turned out right. And they
had made good progress tonight.

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Seek fun and you shall find it. Seek stuff to Q_Q about and you'll find that, too. I choose to have fun.