Blake froze completely.
For a moment, he genuinely wondered if he had heard wrong.
'Woah now... what?'
His face slowly lost color, the hallway suddenly starting to feel colder.
"He doesn't remember. For some reason, he isn't the same."
The doctor's voice echoed inside his head again.
Again.
And again.
Blake's fingers twitched faintly at his side.
'No way. No, seriously, how exactly did they even arrive at that conclusion? That I'm not the same?!'
Sure, he didn't think he was doing some incredible acting performance as Blake, but it shouldn't have been that bad, right?
He was simply more outspoken, less quiet and well, not suicidal! He simply cared about his rights as a human!
Wouldn't most people just think he was finally opening up a little after spending time working on himself?
Or maybe that he changed after whatever happened to him, if they at least believed he went through something?
His breathing slowed carefully, keeping his voice below a whisper.
