He had actually talked about it with Rhea as they drove there. He was a bit anxious over it.
-You're going to be perfect.- Rhea had told him.
-I don't know, babe. They are your parents after all.
-Gene, you are perfect, just be yourself.- she had assured him.- And I love you.
-I love you too.
And there he was, sitting on the table with his in-laws listening to his girlfriend elaborate on plans they had never talked about. He took his glass and sipped on the wine, hoping no one wanted him to participate on the conversation. He focused on the filet mignon on his plate, he had just taken a bite when Rhea's mother decided it was the perfect time to pose him a question.
-So, Eugene, Rhea told me you're a doctor, how's work?
He almost choked, a doctor? What was that woman talking about? He was an architect, not a doctor. Rhea chimed in.
-Mom, Eugene is very humble and doesn't like to talk about his job, saving people is not easy, but he does it because that's what he loves doing, not to get praise from other people.
Eugene swallowed as he could and was about to deny that piece of information when Rhea squeezed his hand under the table. He decided to let it slip for that moment and talk about it as soon as they got home. The rest of the evening went smoothly and they finally bid goodnight before setting off. As soon as they got on the car, Eugene confronted Rhea.
-What was that?- he asked.
-That what?
-You told your parents I'm a doctor. I'm not. You know I'm not.
-But babe.- Rhea replied softly as she drove.- You're. You're my perfect doctor.
-You're mental.
Rhea simply shook her head and continued driving, ignoring Eugene's attempts of retaking the subject. When they arrived home Rhea made some tea, he gave Eugene a mug.
-Here, take this, we can talk about this tomorrow morning.
Eugene glared at her, was she crazy?
-I'll sleep on the sofa tonight.
-Good night.- Rhea replied gingerly.
Eugene didn't reply, but he drank the tea as he wondered if Rhea was really a pathological liar. He fell asleep without even realizing it. The bright light woke him up. He tried to move, but his hands were tied, as were his legs. The light was hurting his eyes, and, when he grunted, his voice sounded much deeper than usual. Something was beeping rhythmically behind him.
-Oh, you're awake, finally.- Rhea said.- How are you feeling? Shhh, don't talk much, your vocal chords need to heal.
Eugene's eyes started to water.
-Close your eyes, darling. They also need to heal, changing eye color is a harsh process.- she ran her fingers over his head, and he discovered all his hair was gone.- I also implanted you with a chip that will give you all the medical knowledge your job as a doctor needs.
Eugene shifted and pain ran throughout his body.
-Yeah, you don't want to move much, either. Growing a couple of inches is not an easy feat on an adult body. But be happy, I'm making you perfect.
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