"And here we have young Clavin Cline." Was the voice Marty heard before he opened his eyes, "poor boy wss hit by.a car and found on the roadside. He had solid himself and was treated for any physical wounds by a neighbor who claimed to not know who he was. Possibly a runaway..possible a mentally retraded child who has run off,..a farther evaluation is needed but an ad has been placed in the paper and a report made with local police."
Marty slowly opened his eyes then and found a man of his 30s or 40s standing over his bed with orderlies. In the background he noticed a handful of others in the room. Mainly children. A tall, pale, boy with a thin face content to pluck pettles from, a flower and rub them on his face, a girl with a faraway look as she sat lazily in a chair, and a young man in a suit nuttering to himself in madness, were of note.this was a privately run home, mostly for wealthy families, but the pale boy witb the flower ws the doctor's pet...and now.it seemed so was Marty.
"Hello, Clavin, im.dr.Bruam. you had an.accident, csn you tell me what happened?"
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