"An MRI will give us a scan of the soft tissue in the brain," Dr. Green said. "If there's damage to the brain, we'll see it, and hopefully know how to treat it. It just depends on what kind of damage there is. I suspect he might have some bleeding on the brain. Ity would explain him not waking up."
Lex knew they entered an elevator and rode down to another floor before heading down a long hallway. He could hear the wheels turning on the bed and the elevator music. When the bed stopped moving, he held his breath again.
"I'm afraid you'll need to wait out here, Mr. Carson. Hospital rules," the doctor said. "There's a waiting room right over there. This shouldn't take too long, maybe thirty minutes or so depending on how many different pictures we need to take. I'll let you know as soon as we're ready to head back upstairs."
The bed started moving again. When it came to a stop, Lex lifted his eyelids just enough to squint through them. He was surprised he was actually in an MRI clinic. He could see the large round tube beside his bed.
"You can open your eyes now, Mr. Mathis."
Lex opened his eyes wider then glanced around. Dr. Green was not the only man in the room. There was the nurse he'd seen coming and going from his room on several occasions, another man dressed in a nurse's uniform, and a guy dressed in scrubs with a long white coat.
"Hello."
"Mr. Mathis." The guy in the long white coat stepped forward. "My name is Detective Rains."
"You're not a doctor?"
He was dressed like a doctor.
"No, I'm a detective. Dr. Green called me in on this case when it became apparent to him that you have a very big problem."
Lex glanced at the doctor, lifting an eyebrow.
Dr. Green shrugged. "I thought I needed to call in the big guns."
"So, now what?" Lex asked. "How is this going to help? Carson is still out there, right there in the waiting room waiting for me."
"He is," Detective Rain replied, "and he'll continue waiting there until you come out of this room."
Lex squinted. "I'm missing something here." He had to be because they weren't making any sense. "If he's waiting for me, I'm screwed. I'll never get away from him."
Dr. Green smiled as he set a stack of clothes on the bed. "We have a plan for that."
Lex frowned as he reached for the clothes on the top of the stack. He shook it out. "Hospital scrubs?"
How was that supposed to help him?
"Get dressed, Mr. Mathis."
"I think at this point, you can call me Lex." He flipped back the covers and swung his leg to the edge of the bed. He searched through the stack of clothes until he figured out what was what then pulled the pants up his legs.
He was a little hampered by the thick brace on his wrist, but his motivation to get dressed was high enough that he ignored the pain. By the time he was done, he looked just like Dr. Green and Detective Rains, right down to the white lab coat with a nametag on his breast pocket.
"So, now what?"
"Now," the detective said as he waved his hands to one of the nurses who was wrapping a white bandage around his head, "we have a little fun with Mr. Carson."
As soon as the nurse was done, he jumped up on the bed Lex had been lying on. Dr. Green pulled the covers up tight around him then took the oxygen mask another nurse was holding out to him and placed it on the man's face.
"He's going to know that's not me."
Carson didn't strike him as stupid.
Insane, yes. Stupid, no.
"Oh, I have no doubt that he'll figure it out eventually." Dr. Green grinned at him. "But you'll be long gone by then."
Lex's eyebrows shot up. "I will?"
