Charcot's Genius

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by M. C. Soutter


  There were no balance problems. No sudden scarecrow phases. No paranoia or amnesia or aphasia. Just a tough headache at the back of his skull from the steel plate the doctors had screwed in place.

  Nothing like the shockwave from a gunshot to set your mind right, Kline thought. Who would have thought it could be so easy?

  He almost laughed out loud.

  One of the incoming nurses, still groggy and grumpy at that early hour, wondered why the tall man who passed her in the parking lot was wearing such a large wool cap, or how anyone could possibly look so cheery coming out of a hospital. But she didn’t dwell on these thoughts. She was tired, and her first cup of coffee had not yet taken hold. The idea that a patient might want to escape never crossed her mind.

  And so Dr. Nathan Kline, one-time murderer, current gunshot wound victim and recently presumed vegetative patient, strolled calmly out of the building, into the bright New Hampshire morning, and out of the public eye forever.

  He was on a bus within an hour, headed for somewhere, anywhere, else.

  He had always enjoyed bus rides. They made him feel purposeful.

  And he still had so much to do.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

 

 

 


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