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So, like expected, on my second visit to the doctor, he didn’t find anything wrong. To be truthful, I had almost expected, even wanted him to find something this time. Even though I hadn’t had an episode like the one on my birthday yet, I couldn’t just forget about what had happened. For those few moments, I felt so alive. I felt like a superhuman, seeing and hearing everything. It was such an empowering feeling that I had fainted. But it was okay. It was probably for the better that I hadn’t had any more episodes.

Because Robert had told me that he would drop me off, run an errand, and come immediately back, I still had a few minutes because of how quick the examination had been. I decided to take a stroll around the hospital. I had forgotten my phone at home, so there really was nothing else for me to do. Who sits down and reads those magazines anyway?

Somewhere along my stroll, I realized that the room numbering system was funky. My room had been room 157, but every room skipped two numbers, so that the sequence went 157, 154, and so on. It wasn’t a big deal, it just seemed like an odd quirk at the time.

But as I approached 71, I heard a group of doctors discussing a patient inside. I couldn’t hear much, because the door was closed and they were speaking quietly. I put my ear to the door to listen. I heard bits and pieces of sentences:

“He …. normal”

“........brain….”

“..please…….”

“But it is simply exceptional!”

That last part I could clearly hear because it was said excitedly and loudly.

Were they talking about me? It was a long shot, especially because they were so far away from my room. It would also make more sense for the doctors taking care of me to be discussing this, but who knows?

I started straining, trying harder and harder to hear. Of course, I don’t know why I even bothered. It’s not really easy to hear better on command. But suddenly, I could. My hearing became so crystal clear that I could hear rooms 65, 68, 71, 74 and 77 simultaneously. And it was too loud. Too. Loud.

I stumbled backwards and fell into one of the armchairs lining the other wall. I pressed my hands to my temples. “Stop. Stop. Stop. Please, stop.” I whispered, over and over again. And, as miraculously as it came, my hypersensitive hearing faded away. Then, cautiously, I tried to concentrate and listen to only what was coming from the room 71. Waves of sound came to me again; and I had to take a minute to stop it again. It was painful, but exciting. After ten minutes of deliberation, I could switch from room to room.

Other than a heart beating, breathing, and other medical sounds, there was nothing to be heard from either room 74 or room 77. Room 65 housed two heartbeats, but it would seem that they were both sleeping. Both their heartbeats and breathing were constant in pattern. Room 68 was interesting. When listening in at first, I yelped in pain. The patient in room 68 was watching TV, but the patient was not alone. There were two heartbeats in there. They were watching the news, something about a local girl having been arrested for destruction of property, but under extremely odd circumstances. I made a mental note to myself to look it up later. It seemed interesting.

In room 71, the doctors were discussing the patient of room 68. It would seem that he was perfectly fine and healthy, yet the EEG, or as I later found out, the Electroencephalographic scan, showed that he was exhibiting unusual amounts of brain activity. The amount that he was experiencing was so unprecedented that there was a real possibility that he could die, and they didn’t know whether or not to keep him at the hospital. Hm. Poor kid. Although, the fact that all his vitals were normal except his brain reminded me of my own situation. I had half a mind to walk into his room right then and ask him if he had been experiencing some new sensations. I got hearing, maybe he got some weird brain hijack, I don’t know. But right then, Robert called. Time to go.