“Hey, Doc. Remember me?”
I quickly glanced again at the name on the chart. He was a new patient. His name did not ring a bell. I squinted at his face. Dark beard and hair with some gray in it, a bit shaggy, but fairly well groomed. Lips. No. Then his eyes. I remembered the eyes from somewhere….
My heart caught and my fingertips went numb.
“How do I know you?” I asked, playing dumb.
I knew good and well who he was.
He smiled at me. “February 14th, 2016.” He paused a second to let it sink in. “That was the day you found me guilty of aggravated sexual assault and sentenced me to 10 years in jail.”
I quickly tapped a help message on IM to my office manager.
“I don’t remember…”
“Sure you do, Doc.” He leaned forward close, too close, and spoke again in barely a whisper. “They made a big deal about who you were during jury selection. Got out a bit early. I had very, very good behavior. Not a day went by, though, that I did not think about what I was going to do to you when I got out. I have a very good memory.”
He sat up straight. There was a knock on the door and my office manager popped his head in.
“This visit is over. Leave,” I rasped, embarrassed that my voice caught in my throat like a frightened fool instead of conveying strength and force.
A look of mock hurt crossed his face and he laughed. “Fine. See you around, Doc.”
He sauntered out, slowly, pausing before rounding the corner to look over his shoulder and wink.
In case it needs clarifying, this IS a work of fiction.