Chapter 1666:
The space formed a flawless circle, its walls bathed in a calming shade of light blue. At the room’s center sat an ergonomic recliner designed for comfort, while a sophisticated brainwave monitor hummed with quiet precision in the corner.
“Mr. Wright, today we’ll attempt a different therapeutic approach,” Dr. Brooks explained, his tone measured and professional. “You might experience some discomfort during the process, but this method has proven remarkably effective for untangling memory confusion and retrieving lost memories.”
“I understand,” Elwood replied, nodding before settling into the treatment chair with quiet compliance.
After securing several monitoring devices to Elwood’s head and arms, Dr. Brooks retrieved a syringe from the medical cart beside them. “I’m going to administer a medication that will reduce your anxiety and promote deep relaxation. This injection will help you reach the necessary mental state for the treatment quickly.”
The needle slid into his vein, and Elwood immediately felt a cool sensation spreading through his bloodstream. His eyelids grew increasingly heavy, weighted down by the medication’s effects.
“Close your eyes now and concentrate solely on my voice,” Dr. Brooks said, his words seeming to drift from somewhere far away. “Picture yourself standing before a door, and beyond that door lie all your forgotten memories.”
Elwood felt his consciousness descending, as if melting into a cloud of pure softness. He tried to resist the overwhelming sensation, but the medication quickly asserted its influence, slowing his thoughts to a languid crawl.
“When you push open this door, you’ll discover a long hallway stretching before you, with numerous rooms lining both sides.” Dr. Brooks’ voice continued weaving its hypnotic guidance around Elwood. “The specific room we seek bears the name Carola…”
Elwood’s heart suddenly launched into a frantic rhythm at the sound of that name. The brainwave monitor erupted with violent fluctuations, its readings spiking dramatically. His eyes remained clenched shut, but his brow furrowed with strain, and the muscles in his arms trembled with involuntary spasms. He was resisting with every fiber of his being.
“Elwood, don’t fight these feelings,” Dr. Brooks said, his tone sharp and authoritative. “The memories locked in that room are fabrications—false images your mind constructed to protect itself after the trauma. Our task is to restructure and organize them properly.”
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“Picture yourself stepping into that room…” Dr. Brooks’ voice flowed like silk, weaving its way through Elwood’s mind. “You’ll discover that every memory you hold of Carola appears blurred and twisted—some of them never existed at all, just your imagination.”
Cold sweat beaded across Elwood’s forehead as he saw countless memory fragments drifting through the depths of his consciousness. Within the span of a heartbeat, these precious fragments found themselves seized by an unseen force, stretched and warped until they began crumbling into meaningless pieces.
“No!” The word escaped Elwood’s lips in an unconscious whisper, his fingers digging into the leather armrests of the treatment chair with desperate intensity.
