Case # 12: Video

[19centconstable]

[George is in his room. He looks slightly dazed and has a damp washcloth pressed against his head. There is a bruise blooming underneath it.]

I'm afraid I was...indisposed.

[George shuffles his feet and there is the sound of broken glass crunching.]

But I've managed to find my trousers now. Has something happened?

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[That's a bit concerning, but her gaze just barely flickers as she holds up four fingers]

Can you tell me how many fingers you see?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[If you think that's concerning, try asking him to say if he'd eat an apple even if he hated eating apples.]

Four.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[Oh my]

Four it is, and we're just about done. Can you follow my finger?

[And four does become just one, her hand slowly drifting across an invisible horizontal line]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He does so, successfully.]

Well?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

You passed.

[Fred stands then, a smile flickering]

I think you're going to be just fine, other than a bit of a headache. I would just make sure to check in with someone tomorrow when you wake up.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

[George stands as well, looking greatly relieved, and offers her a firm handshake.]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[She meets his handshake easily, then moves towards the door]

Goodnight, George. Keep an eye on that head, alright? No more standing under heavy things.