anwhile, in Jason's cabin, Aiden sat in the chair, across his desk. His piercing gaze fixed on the stack of docunts in front of him, while he flipped through the pages reading the sa details again. His jaws were tight and his brows were furrowed.
As before, nothing in the docunts confird whether Arwen had truly suffered from amnesia. These were the sa reports he had gotten in his hands when he had investigated Arwen's dical history.
"These are her past dical records. I got it through my resources and the possibility of them being tampered with is nearly impossible," Jason said, standing across the desk with his arms folded. His tone ca asured, as though he had already anticipated Aiden's reaction in response to his words. "And as you can see there is no —"
"Trace of any mory loss," Aiden finished impatiently, his voice carrying an edge that couldn't be missed.
Jason sighed, his expression was calm, but was mirroring the tension of the tension in the room. "I have checked thoroughly Aiden. Even though everything seems normal on the surface, sothing about her condition feels …just off. Sothing that is invisibly there —sothing that we can't pinpoint yet."
Aiden's fingers clenched tight, crumbling the edges of the papers he held tight. "Is there a way to find out?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with impatience.
Jason leaned back slightly, unfolding his arms in the process. "Nothing that could imdiately answer all our questions," he said, shaking his head. "To understand what is there, we will have to run a series of detailed neurological and psychological tests. Once we have the results, I might be able to identify the issue. But …"
"But?" Aiden's gaze narrowed at that intentional pause.
"But there is sothing I suspect." Jason hesitated for a brief mont before continuing with a serious tone. "I suspect that Arwen may be suffering from a rare form of mory disturbance, sothing akin to partial amnesia. However, her case might be more complicated than typical amnesia cases we usually encounter."
Aiden straightened, his gaze locking on Jason. "What do you an by 'complicated'?"
Jason let out a deep exhale. "There is a rare condition —not officially docunted in most dical literature —where the brain suppresses traumatic or distressing mories as a natural defence chanism. But here is a critical part, this suppression can also be externally induced."
Aiden's brows knitted in a frown and Jason nodded before continuing to explain, "Yes, this situation can be externally induced as well. With the right combination of chemicals, psychological stressors, or manipulative techniques, it is possible to force the brain to suppress mories or even create false gaps in the mory. This thod is not just unethical but also extrely dangerous.
"Are you saying soone could have done this here deliberately?" Aiden's eyes darkened.
"I can't be sure, but there can be a possibility that we can't rule out either," Jason admitted grimly. "If soone wanted her to forget a part of her life, it would have been impossible for them to do it to her. They would have subjected her to external thods to suppress or erase those mories. Given her clean dical record, that's what I suspect. But the problem in all of this is —if her condition is truly due to externally induced suppression then it could have damaged her brain's certain ability to process and retain new mories."
"So, you an when she was forced to forget, it might have destabilized her mind?"
Jason nodded, confirming Aiden's suspicion. He then added, "And what's worse, trying to recover those suppressed mories —whether naturally or through external manipulation could cause cognitive overload. In layman's terms, I would say, make her forget her present, which was what happened yesterday. Arwen might have tried to recall her mories, but in turn, she forgot that she ever even asked you anything about it."
Aiden's mind raced back to the mont when Arwen had woken up and recognized him as his savior but had forgotten the conversation they had had afterwards. It was like she never shared that mont with him where he had almost lost all his patience. At that ti, he thought, she was just trying to avoid that conversation but —
"We were lucky this ti," Jason's voice softened. "The situation was minor and things didn't escalate further. She fainted right in ti and that saved her in a way. But if sothing like this happens again, we might not be able to save the situation or even her. So, brother, I would suggest you remain calm. I know it has been hard for you, but it will be harder for her if you let your emotions take over. You might lose her for the second ti."
"I am not losing her again," Aiden said, his voice carrying a strong conviction. "Whatever it takes, whatever I have to endure —it will be nothing in comparison to seeing her in pain. If she suffers, even for a mont, it would break in ways I could never recover from."
Jason nodded, before walking to his chair and taking a seat across from him. "I know. And that's why I will make sure to get to the root of the cause as soon as possible. But for now, I can't promise you anything. This might take ti."
Aiden leaned back in his chair. His mind raced with the storm of thoughts. Ti was the one thing he couldn't afford to lose —but when it ca to Arwen, he could afford to lose everything, if that ans to keep her safe and protected.
"Aiden," Jason said, taking a pause, "Didn't you say that you are willing to start anew with her —that it doesn't matter whether she rembers you from the past or not? As long as she stays with you in future, nothing will matter. Then what has started to bother you now? Why are you losing your calm when you have clearly trained yourself for better?"
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