The Patient (2)

Stephanie received a script and signed a confidentiality agreement. She had not come back to see Spencer for more than four months. Unexpectedly, the patient had lived at home.

"Which room ... does he live in?" Stephanie stared at Spencer.

"What are you thinking? He doesn't live in your room. He lives in the room next to yours." Spencer pointed to a room that had been filled with sundries.

"Isn't there no bed in that room?" Stephanie asked in astonishment.

"Yes, he made a mat and slept on it at night." Spencer said.

"What? Just sleeping like that? Aren't you uncomfortable?" Stephanie asked as she looked at Harold. "Where are your family?"

Harold shook his head.

"You lost your memory and didn't remember your parents?" Stephanie asked.

"His parents were long gone, and he was alone. He was in a car accident and his face was disfigured." Spencer said on behalf of Harold.