The doctor reaches out a hand to calm you, soothe your nerves. Concern on his face, is worrying. Doubtless the same fear you felt.
"Please settle down, and master your panic." He gestures you towards the chair beside your bed.
Pulling one over, to join you, he tries to keep things informal and friendly.
"Now, I suspect if you concentrate and stay calm you'll speak English naturally. This Spanish outburst is the residual effects of Miss Espinoza's lifetime of memories."
You nod once, slowly and deliberately. Not trusting yourself to speak. But taking the time to gather your thoughts and show you've understood what he's said.
Releasing the held breath with a slow sigh, you feel the shifting weight of your bust, the width of your hips, and that strange absence. None of which you want to consider. But, will all be part of shaping your life going forward.
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"Yes, I understand." you speak with that same slow, deliberate tone. Not wanting to make things worse. You still feel a parallel translation inside your head. «Si, entiendo.»
You don't want to let her surface, surrender control to that part.
"I am still Max Collins." that same slightly stilted speech, as though you fear being challenged.
The doctor nods, pleased you remember your old life. The procedure is still experimental, and the results are imprecise.
He looks a little pained. "You might have to identify as Carla Espinoza until things are settled legally, or maybe as Maxine Collins. The hospital lawyers are uncertain." He gives a half-smile enjoying the idea of the conflicted and confused lawyers.
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