Chapter Three

~ 17:23 pm in the Interrogation room ~

A tear would fall from Jeremy's eyes and trickle down his face. Holding the lady's hand, slowly flipping it back and forth, touching her knuckles and fingernails with care. The ruff calluses on her pointer finger and thumb. " I should be able to feel this. Why not?..." Jeremy would softly say, his voice sounded less audible as he would appear choked up in his discovery. Looking deep into her eyes. "I am sorry corporal, that past week you have been in intensive care. Have you not looked in the mirror at all since you have woken up?" she would ask him, watching his reaction. "no sadly I am not that vain of a person so I don't spend 20 or so minutes looking at myself.

A light-hearted laugh would escape her. Seeing the tension leave her would put him at ease for a bit. Jeremy would clear his throat "I did see that I am bald now, and my face looks like a Barbie burn Patient that you would see at a house fire gone wrong. The scar on my chest looks like I belong in a zombie movie and honestly, I would not be surprised if I had a patch of brown and some white skin stitched together to hold my organs together." Jeremy would laugh and slowly shake his head and smiled. " I am not the looker I once was but hey I bet my mother would still love this mug.

Another small laugh would escape his interrogator again. "I am sorry, I shouldn't be laughing."She would say trying to cover up her mouth, feeling embarrassed. Waving his hand dismissing it."Don't worry love sometimes the best thing to do is to laugh it off. However, you never told me your name?" Jeremy would say "oh I know I didn't because it won't matter. I think this would be the last time we would see each other really." she would say with a smile "all I really need to know is what you can remember from the island." A visible shudder would shake Jeremy. She would take note on that, Shifting in his seat he would start to smell smoke lingering in the small room a ghastly reminder. " what do you want to know exactly? There got to be a reason why that question is being asked to everyone that survived that damn day." Jeremy would say with a hit of malice in his voice. All he really wants to do is forget that whole thing but the screams and burning would haunt him.

"All we want to know is what happened, more importantly, how did you make it." She would put the emphasis on the "You". " the fuck would I know what happened, lady." Anger would flare off him like a wave of violent rain. Hyperventilating he would say "All I know... is that I woke up..... in the kitchen,..... the place was burning..... I could feel my face melting off..... I got up in a hurry..... trying to pat the flams off,..... and ran to some falling water..... from broken pipes." Jeremy would wince from the memory. "Someone grabbed my hand." He would start to tear up "we ran to the boats…I…I was one of the last ones allowed on." Tears would fall in an unsteady stream now. " four boats left at the same time, but it attacked us…it attacked us and only my boat was left." Jeremy would shake and sob violently "Why are you making me say this! Why can't you get the memory out of my head! Please I don't want to do this!"

She would nod her head and say "I'm sorry you had to go through this but it is a necessary step because of the trauma you went through. It was unable to reach the memory in your brain, you had to remember so it would have been easier to extract from your brain. The trauma you went through put a mental block and we couldn't reach it so we had to induce it and ask you directly for you to remember at least some of it, please forgive me ." She would get up and pull out a syringe needle with an unknown liquid in it and with blinding speed she would inject it into Jeremy's neck, knocking him out cold. Jeremy would slump down on to the table. Heavily sighing she would pull on her shirt, and press the microphone button she was wearing and bring it closer to her mouth to which the receiver can hear her words, " the subject is ready for transfer, handle with care. Do you copy?" The beep was loud as she released the button. "ten-four, but did you just say with the care I'm sorry are you going soft?" the man on the other end sounded amused with the notion that she was going soft. However, she was not going to respond back to him because she didn't need to. She would walk over to the door and open it wide as the flatbed would roll in next to Jeremy. Watching the two Paramedics lift him up and put him onto the stretcher, securing him in and leaving the room in record time. "please don't kill this one." She would say under her breath as she would leave the room right behind him.