Day 34, Morning, Infirmary, Attention Corrigan, anyone

[c_beckett_md]

Carson glanced over the results on his tablet one last time as he walked over to where Dr. Corrigan was sitting on the infirmary bed. Carson repressed a smile as Corrigan kicked one leg out like a bored child

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[dr_s_corrigan]

Sean stilled, hands gripping the edge of the bed. "It's possible," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "I've been told, as I'm sure you're aware, that Dr. Martins and I...were involved in some way. I promise you, I don't remember it." He paused, glancing away before he continued. "I also don't tend to form...serious relationships, so chances are, whatever the appearences were, Dr. Martins and I probably weren't, well. Seriously involved." He breathed in deep, and glanced at Carson, eyes lowered and cheeks heated.

[c_beckett_md]

"I wasn't passing judgments, lad," Carson said. "I understand the need for . . . comfort at times like this. Both you and David were the only two affected by whatever erased your memories."

[dr_s_corrigan]

"It wasn't like that," Sean started, then shook his head, smiling wryly. "I'm sorry, Doc. I don't mean to make you feel like my father; it's just that it can be awkward to talk about these things. Yes, David and I...were together in a way that could've triggered the memories." He didn't glance down at the red scrubs he now wore, but he knew they didn't hide some of the marks their afternoon together had left on him. "But honestly, I just don't know. Why, or what I remembered...it's all gone again."

[c_beckett_md]

Carson nodded. "Do you think talking to Kate might help? To paraphrase Dr. McKay, psychological analysis is not my area of voodoo."

[dr_s_corrigan]

Sean smiled and scratched his head. "I don't see that it could hurt anything, at any rate."