The Exam

Giving a long sigh, the doctor helps Gina up and to sit on the exam table.

"So that was a bunch of nonsense words. Now that you can calm down, please tell me what symptoms brought you in here today." The doctor asks, taking a seat and getting ready to take notes.

Now was Gina's time to get some answers, there couldn't be some curse, maybe it was some parasite that swam into her brain and is making a meal of it. Actually that sounds worse, but either way the truth will come out.

"Yesterday I started having difficulties opening doors, writing answers, operating zippers, feeding myself. Anything I tried to dofor me just stopped making sense. Something is wrong with my head." Is what Gina wanted to say. What came out was...

"Dream bad words Susan help me no work."

The Doctor stared at her.

"English or Español?"

"Word bad all ways..."

"What is this?" The doctor asked, holding out her pen.

"Marky."

"Follow this with just your eyes." The doctor requested, moving the pen left and right.

Gina's whole body would turn, but not quite the right way, just near. Then the exam stopped as Gina pissed on the table.

A team was called in, Gina was diapered and admitted for intense observations, the first test would be a CT scan to study what was going on.