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her before.” He palmed his hands up in defense.
    Her body relaxed again with her hand holding onto her shoulder bag. “Well, you do have that effect on girls.” She laughed, shaking her head. Pierre grumbled. His face flushed, and his underarms became wet from perspiration.
    The doctor gestured down the hallway. “Lieutenants, maybe you should join me in my office?”
    “Can I come, too?” Pierre was not about to be left out of anything that had to do with the girl.
    “The girl said that she wanted him to know what’s going on.” Doctor DePaul straightened his tie. “I would say that’s verbal authorization for him to come.”
    “We’ll have to talk to her really quick to make sure.” Lieutenant LaRouche tugged at his white button-down officer’s shirt, flattening it with his palm. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just need to hear it for myself.”
    “I understand.” The doctor nodded and gestured to the examination room. Minutes after entering the room, they were back in the hallway where Pierre, Hélène, and Luc waited.
    “You and your mother can come,” Lieutenant LaRoche patted Pierre on the shoulder. Luc started to follow. “May I ask how you are related to this case, young man?”
    “I’m the best friend of the hero.” He puffed up his chest, putting an arm around Pierre.
    “You should stay here or better yet get to school.” The lieutenant glared hard at Luc without blinking; it was as if they were having a staring contest to see who would win.
    Luc turned his head and grumbled as if he was being left out of the best adventure ever. “I’ll just play some games on my phone.” He sat back down, putting his feet up on a chair across from him in a defiant manner.
    “To school, young man,” Lieutenant Lambert demanded, pointing his finger to the exit and narrowing his eyes on Luc. The kid’s face melted into an expression of defeat.
    “Okay, don’t get so pushy,” he said under his breath. “Here’s an extra jacket, Pierre.” Luc removed his coat, revealing that he had another one underneath. Pierre caught it when his friend launched it at him. “Call me later.” He left, muttering to himself.
    Pierre and his mother followed the doctor along with the lieutenants. They sat on black, metal chairs facing an oak desk cluttered with papers.
    The doctor said as he yawned, “An MRI and X-ray were performed. The MRI came back fine. There’s no damage to her brain, but the X-ray shows a broken rib. It should heal with time. She’ll have to wear the ace bandage I gave her tight around her chest and torso for a few weeks.” Pierre’s stomach knotted into cramps from hearing that news. He had done a bang up job reviving her.
    At least she’s alive .
    The doctor continued, “I think that her jumping off the bridge wasn’t her first attempt to commit suicide. The burns on her neck suggest that she attempted to hang herself. Although, I didn’t see the typical blood spots in her eyes that would suggest hanging. However, by the look of the rope burns, I’m surprised she survived. I can’t be absolutely certain these were suicide attempts because of her memory loss, however.”
    Hélène grasped Pierre’s arm, her face turning pale. She took a couple deep breaths and then started to look more like herself.
    “Will her memory come back soon, Doctor DePaul?” Lieutenant Lambert asked. He shifted in his seat as though the chair was uncomfortable.
    “If I were a psychologist, which I am not, I would diagnose her with post-traumatic stress disorder accompanied with amnesia,” he said while rolling a pen back and forth on the desk. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure that she will recover her memory with time—perhaps, in a couple days or weeks. By her present condition, her memories may come back with some difficulty.” He paused, looking at his computer monitor as he moved his mouse around, clicking it a few times.
    “She should see someone as soon as possible to help her