“Hmm, you seem kind of familiar,” he replies, narrowing his eyes and studying my face. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you before.” He nods his head and continues to examine my features.
“Do one of you have a mirror?” I ask, figuring at least one of them would have a makeup mirror or something like that.
Both Mom and Mandy begin rummaging through their purses. “Here you go,” Mom says first, handing me a small mirror.
“Okay, Tyler. Look at yourself in this mirror and then look at me,” I tell him, holding the mirror next to my face so he can look back and forth between the two.
“It’s you,” he says with a totally perplexed look on his face.
“No. It’s you,” I reply, tipping the mirror down a bit so he can see his hospital gown.
“That’s crazy!” he exclaims looking back and forth between the mirror and me. He looks down at his gown. “What am I even doing here?” he asks, becoming a bit agitated.
“Someone poisoned you and they nearly killed you,” Mom begins to explain. “This is your twin brother,” she tells him, placing her hand on my arm.
“Wow, that’s amazing,” he says, still looking confused and shaking his head from side to side. “You look just like me,” he adds with an astonished expression on his face.
“It will all come back to you in time,” I tell him, hoping that my words are true. We all stand around him, just happy that he has pulled through.
“You are beautiful, too,” he says to Vanessa after staring at her for several seconds. “I don’t think I told you how pretty you are.”
Vanessa breaks into the first smile I’ve seen on her face since I’ve been back. “Thank you Ty. That’s all you really need to remember.” She leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek while he continues to sit there with a dazed look on his face.
“The toxicology report is back,” Thelma, announces as she comes bouncing through the door waving a small stack of papers in her hand. “Officers are already on their way to pick up Dr. Potaturri.”
“So it was that bad?” I ask her.
“It was definitely bad,” she replies, lowering her head and raising her eyebrows. “Mescaline, DET and Hydrocodone. So you were probably walking around like you had been roofied,” she says giving Tyler a sympathetic look.
“That explains a few things!” Vanessa gasps. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”
“So he was basically stoned for the past month?” Mom asks, looking totally confused.
“You could say that,” Thelma responds. “The combination affects each person differently, but I can assure you that he definitely won’t remember much from that whole period of time.”
Tyler simply stares at her, trying to process what she is saying. Mom and Vanessa appear to be in shock and don’t even seem to know what to ask her. I glance over at Mandy and it’s obvious that both of us are thinking the same thing.
“So if someone wanted to wipe out Tyler’s memory, that was a pretty good way to do it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“It was a genius way to do it,” she says with her eyes lighting up. “Giving him a high dose of Propofol and then administering Lorazepam in his IV most likely took care of any remaining memories. It was a perfect storm in there.” She reaches over and runs her fingers through Tyler’s hair.
“So is he going to be okay?” Mom asks, suddenly looking more concerned.
“Physically, I think he will be just fine,” she says, stuffing the toxicology results into the back of his chart. “We will start some cognitive function testing later today to set a baseline for his short term memory. Hopefully we’ll know more by the end of the day.”
“Thelma, I need to talk to you in private,” a hospital administrator says as she pops her head into Tyler’s room.
Thelma excuses herself and walks with the administrator toward the nurse’s station. A shocked look comes across Thelma’s face as she looks back toward us. They continue to talk in hushed tones, too quiet for us to hear their conversation.
“Tell the detective to make sure the medical examiner does full toxicology, because it could easily have been something that was drug induced,” I can hear her say as she walks back toward the room. She comes through the doorway of Tyler’s room with a disturbed look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, not able to tell whether or not she is going to share it with us.