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15 Nov 2017
“What kind of a name is that?” he hears a voice question. He shifts his head, looking up at the figure above him. The dim, yellow light from the lamp on the table casts a glow over her head, almost angelic like the paintings he had seen in churches. He frowns,
“Bucky. That’s a peculiar name.” she says. She shifts away from him, still on her knees. He doesn’t remember saying that, not that he was even sure that was his real name.
“I typically do that to patients, take them off guard." she says, eyeing him. "The thoughts distract them, a little bit. From the pain.”
He nods idly. The thoughts did more than distract him, that's for sure.