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Memory loss.

Alpha Dylan.

Just like the first time she would ever ask me that question, my mind still went blank again. How could she always ask me the same question every time she set her eyes on me?

"Iris, it is me, Dylan," I said in a lame attempt to make her remember.

The doctor came over to my side and moved around me to get to her. Once he was close, he began to examine her thoroughly. Unlike the first time, no one told me to move my ass out of the way. I waited, watching as the doctor used some sort of touch to check her eyeballs, roamed his fingers in front of her, and asked her a few questions also.

"How do you feel now?" He asked when he was done with his examination. He had his hand on the report card that was always seated at the edge of the bed.

"A bit of a headache and pain," Iris mumbled out. "Dry throat also." She added after a while.

The doctor nodded and wrote some things in the card. Once he returned the card back to the usual position, he turned to look at me first, then bac
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