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Quantum Entanglement Syndrome. Great.
It was a common thing, actually. There was a rip in spacetime a few years
back, when I was starting high school. Since then, every few weeks
someone would end up "QES'd" with someone in a slightly different reality.
Usually it was pretty benign, a fingernail, or an appendix. Sometimes it
was a little more significant, affecting organs or entire body parts. In
rare, extremely rare cases, you'd get someone like me.
My name is Rachel Graham, and my skull is host to a foreign brain,
alongside my own. That was the source of my headaches, and most likely
the sense of Deja Vu I had this morning. Must've happened then.
"Ms. Graham? Ms. Graham are you all right?" I was in a fog, and my head
was still pounding, but the doctor snapping her fingers in front of my
face brought me out of it.
"Sorry doc. Just kinda hard to absorb this kinda thing." I shook my head
to clear it, which only made the pain worse.
"What I was saying is that you have a couple of treatment options.
Neurological cases of QES are extremely rare, so anything we do is going
to be highly experimental."
"Yeah. I got that." I rubbed my temples. Something about all this
seemed off. QES had been around for years, hadn't it? But it was like a
weird sort of murky memory.
"So the standard procedure for internal QES is to put you on an organ
transplant list, but with brain involvement, that's not really an option."
Which was her way of saying that I was screwed, one way or the other. I
needed to go to sleep, and wake up from this horrible dream.
"There are therapy options, and phase-shift blockers. I'd recommend a
combination of the two, as even with the blockers you're likely to have
some foreign thoughts intruding. I've personally never seen a complete
neuro-link, but I do know a specialist who you can work with..." She kept
rambling. I kept sitting there, wishing she would shut up. I'm not
usually such a bitch, but if you've ever felt pain like this, you're
acutely aware of what I was going through at that moment. I just nodded
and hunched over. Do whatever you want, just stop talking until you've
done it.
Finally, she took out the big needle. I shuddered at the goop in the
syringe vial. You ever hear of impossible colors? That's what this stuff
looks like, which makes sense because of where it comes from. 'Phase-
shift blockers'...keeps the pain of QES in check, but there's no cure for
it. Straight in the back of my neck, thanks doc. The pinprick didn't
even register over the throbbing, but then....nothing.
I could've leapt from my chair and hugged the doc, but I managed to
constrain myself. The pain was gone before the needle even came out, and
I'd never been so relieved. "Thanks, doc!" I did exclaim once I had my
band-aid covering up the tiny access port the syringe had left behind. I
was going to need doses about once a month, or the pain would come back,
and the syringe carried a self-constructing mainline port that'd make it
easy enough for me to do at home. It took a few hours to build, though,
and in the meantime, the back of my neck was a bumpy, nasty mess. My hair
was long, so it covered it well.
Another hour, and I was several hundred dollars poorer, but I think it was
worth it. I had an appointment with a therapist the next day, and an
appointment with a specialist next week. My landlady and I rode back and
I talked to her about it.
"So, I have QES of the brain."
"Oh my, that sounds dreadful!" she said, in that tone of voice that sounds
almost condescending, but it's really just the way old people talk.
"Yeah, so I have to take these shots every week or so, and I'm gonna start
seeing a therapist tomorrow."
"Well, at least they're getting you some treatment for it. I hope it all
goes well."
"Thanks. I really appreciate you giving me a ride today."
"Oh, it's no trouble. You're one of the nicest tenants I have."
I smiled, tried to relax, and closed my eyes until we got back home.
Sulyn was already asleep. I hated time zone differences.
That night, I had the first of many strange dreams. I was strapped to an
electric chair, and every so often someone would send a jolt of
electricity through my body. With every jolt, I saw different things. A
strange woman, who seemed familiar yet foreign at the same time. A house
I'd never seen before but felt like home. Flashes, I suppose, of a
different life.
It wasn't until I woke up the next morning that I realized I'd missed the
party at Julie's. I had about a hundred texts and voicemails reminding me
of it, though.
Days off work came few and far between. Between working at the shop,
acting classes, and the occasional actual acting gig, I didn't really have
many days like this. Days when nothing interrupted my time with Sulyn, or
days I could go shopping at my leisure, or spend the day busking in Santa
Monica...
Or go to a therapist to deal with the second brain I had invading my
skull. Crap.
I'd never gotten undressed last night. Crap.
My stomach was hurting. I hadn't eaten anything since noon yesterday.
Crap.
Okay, out of bed. I rolled off my mattress onto the floor and pulled
myself up.
Coffeepot turned on. Clothes taken off and added to the pile on the
opposite side of the room from the pile I'd pulled them from the day
before. New clothes, a pair of shorts and a shirt from a Flogging Molly
concert I'd been to in ages past, thrown onto the bed, alongside new
underthings.
Shower. Coffee. Food. Clothes. Basics taken care of, and it's not even
8 AM. Three hours to kill until my therapy appointment.
Computer. Talk to Sulyn, tell her the bad news.
Me: Hey babe :)
Su-chan: Heyy :) how'd it go? All better?
Me: ...not exactly. I have QES.
Silence for a minute or two.
Su-chan: Ohh :( is it bad?
Me: It's my brain, hun :(
Su-chan: omg...I'm so sorry :'(
Me: It's fine. Doc gave me a Phazblox shot. A big one.
Su-chan: Yeah, but I thought that was just a temporary fix. My mom had
QES in her arm last year and they had to cut it off cause the shots only
last for a week or so...
Me: Yeah, which is why I'm gonna be on the shots for the foreseeable
future, and I'm seeing a therapist later today.
Su-chan: omg...that really sucks. Any idea how it happened?
Me: No clue. There's not really a known cause, is there? Other than that
spacetime rift that popped a few years back.
Su-chan: oh yeah...well I have debate camp today :) gtg. I love you
Rachel :)
Me: I love you Sulyn :)
I sat there for a moment. I actually kind of needed her today. Oh well.
There were other things I could do to clear my head.
Violin. Bow. Rosin. Sheet music program on my laptop.
I wasted an hour and a half on Vivaldi. Another 45 minutes on Charlie
Daniels. By the time it was time for me to be going, I'd worn myself out.
Driving. It's the worst part about this city. However, I made it to the
office on time. One of those quaint little medical "boutiques" that
popped up all over the city in the past few years. You know the kind,
where there's a half-dozen specialists pretending they're all best friends
so they open up an office together.
Rebecca Sommelier. That was the therapist's name. No M.D. after her
name, not even a Ph.D. to show she was worth a damn. Was she even allowed
to give therapy? And what kinda therapy do you give someone like me? I'm
not crazy, I just have an extra-universal brain entangled on a subatomic
level with my own.
It looked like her office was in a practice that specialized in QES.
Prosthetics specialist, transplant surgeon, Cybernetics engineer...this
place was about as specific as you could get. I opened the door to the
practice and was greeted with that horrid "new office" smell. Not-quite-
dried paint, cleaning chemicals, varnishes...and bleach, ammonia, and all
the other disinfectants they used in doctor's offices.
Smells didn't usually bother me, but this one about knocked me out. I
guess I had twice the sensory input in that area now. Oh well. Sign in,
sit in the uncomfortably modern chair, and wait for someone to take enough
pity in me to call me back.
Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. Since I'd cut it close, and this
office ran like a tight ship, I was in an equally modern-looking office
within minutes, staring at a woman who looked as out of place as I did,
for different reasons. She was frumpy, traditional-looking. Hair in a
bun and everything. She would've had the whole sexy librarian look going
for her if she was, you know, sexy at all.
"So, I hear you had a bit of a problem yesterday." The first words she
said to me. Good way to start things off, dive right into it. That's how
I like it.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," I started, before shifting the
conversation aside and making my shrink disclaimer, "But I'm not really
one for talking about feelings, especially to people I don't know at all.
I don't really get what therapy is going to do, or how it's going to help.
You know why I'm here, and judging by the office, you deal with people in
my situation pretty regularly."
She sat, nonplussed. Or plussed, maybe. It didn't matter, to be honest.
Finally, she spoke, "That's not the kind of therapy I do. Your case is a
little on the extreme side, but I'm confident we can get some results
here."
"Lady, you don't even know me. How are you so sure we're gonna get
results?"
"Because, my dear, QES therapy has nothing to do with your 'feelings', or
'personality', or even how your brain works. It's all about centering and
de-shifting the invading neurons." She pulled up a diagram on her
computer of a human brain, one of those fancy 3D-scans.
"Okay, but that's what Phazblox does. It stabilizes it or whatever,
right?"
"Phazblox is a temporary physical solution. What I can do is teach you to
achieve similar results in your own mind."
My mind. Great. Therapy meant some kind of weirdo spiritual stuff. "So
what, meditation? Hypnotism? Don't tell me you want me to start praying,
lady..."
"No, nothing like that. Have you ever done any subspace travel?" She
stood up and sat on the front of her desk.
Subspace. Yeah, I did that when I moved to California. Cut through the
horsehead nebula or whatever to save time. I kinda slept through that
class in school. "Once or twice. Not regularly or anything."
"Well, what you're going to find is that having a phase-shifted mind like
yours opens a subspace terminal in your head. What you're going to have
to do is get in there, and come to an agreement with the other mind in
there. Coalesce the quantum vibration, and you should be able to wean
yourself off of Phazblox in a few months."
She was talking over my head. I had a subspace thing in my head now?
That's lovely. "So...I should probably read up on subspace, then, huh?"
We talked for about 20 minutes after that. She gave me a copy of
"Subspace Travel for Dummies" and a plug to cover my Phazblox port.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I told my mom the news that
night, and she cried that her baby was in a medical state and so far away.
I told the guys at the shop, and David didn't really give a damn one way
or the other, but Luke gave me a look that could freeze the sun.
Sulyn and I chatted. My dreams got weirder. Surreal, hard to explain.
Running through a field of napkins, going to boot camp in my underwear, I
even had a dream I had died and was being shocked by those paddle-
thingies. I was at my own funeral, and I kept banging on the coffin, I
sat up and told everyone I was fine, but they kept throwing Jell-O on me.
7 days after the first shot of Phazblox, however, the headaches came back.
My mind was out of phase again, and I could see the door this time.
Without even a veneer of confidence, I opened it, and tumbled into myself.
Fawn
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