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The medical staff is trained to handle a multitude of scenarios, and your mother and I as well as Sylvia will be with you the entire time. You have nothing to fear,” Dr. Cruson added, and Cody simply nodded.
    He was then directed to the bed, and told to sleep. With three people staring at him, it took a lot longer than his body wanted it to, but eventually he managed.
    “How long does it usually take for an episode to occur?” Sylvia asked.
    “Normally within an hour so,” Kelly answered.
    “Then we wait.”
     
    ***
     
    The moment Cody opened his eyes he was met with something he hadn’t seen in ages: sunlight. Its presence perfectly highlighted the fact that he was in a place he had never been before.
    “What the hell?” he whispered as his eyes rapidly darted around the room.
    “Cody?” Dr. Cruson called, and widened blue eyes quickly snapped to his location. “Do you know who I am?”
    “Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re my shrink,” Cody said as he rose from the bed. He then realized he was in a hospital gown, and grew agitated.
    “Where the hell am I? How did I get here? Who the hell is that?” he asked after he further assessed his location.
    “Cody, please remain calm. You are at Beaumont Children’s Hospital in Royal Oak, Michigan. Your mother and I have brought you here to determine what has been ailing you. Sylvia, the woman standing across the way, is here to assist us,” Dr. Cruson slowly explained.
    Cody trained his gaze on the unfamiliar woman and noticed that she hadn’t stopped writing since he woke up. He had seen that fast and intense style of writing many times before. Dr. Cruson was notorious for it.
    “No fucking way! Is this a mental hospital?”
    “No, it is not. You are at a general hospital that has psychiatric services available, if they are needed.”
    “Well, they’re not needed, because I’m not crazy!”
    Cody then made a move to bolt from the room, and Sylvia discreetly shifted her position to bar him from exiting. Hurriedly, Dr. Cruson stepped in between the two to regain control of the situation.
    “Cody, please relax. No one present believes that you are crazy. We are here because a lot has happened, and before we can move forward, we need to all be on the same page. In order to do that, I need to ask you a few questions. They may seem silly or mundane, but it is absolutely important that you answer them truthfully. Are you willing do that?”
    For a long while, Cody just stared at him. He watched the psychologist with an intensity that many people would have found unnerving, but Dr. Cruson met his gaze unflinchingly.
    “Yeah, I can do that,” Cody finally said, and then walked over to look out the window.
    “Thank you, Cody. Please have a seat, and let us begin.”
    “I’d rather stand.”
    The statement was said with such force that it gave Dr. Cruson pause. In the grand scheme of things, however, he decided that it wasn’t worth quibbling over.
    “That is fine. Let’s start with the simplest of questions. What is your full name?”
    “Cody Simon Winters.”
    “What is your date of birth?”
    “April 24, 1999.”
    “What are the names of your parents?”
    “Kelly Amanda Winters and Robert Clark Winters.”
    “Very good. Let’s move on to some slightly more difficult questions.”
    Though the timbre and inflection of Dr. Cruson’s voice had remained unchanged, he was growing increasingly concerned at Cody’s deteriorating state. When the questioning first began, Cody was just staring blankly at the outdoors. Now, that had quickly switched to him rapidly pacing from corner to corner with tension visibly coiling within his body.
    “What is the last memory that you can recall?”
    “Going online.”
    “When did this take place?”
    “I don’t know. Days aren’t making sense to me anymore. The calendar on my laptop said that it was November 17, 2014.”
    “Why aren’t days making sense to you?”
    “Because every time I look at a