[ WP ] A man/woman with a photographic memory is diagnosed with Alzheimer 's .

New to this but I was interested in trying it out, took a few liberties with the prompt, but I thought I'd try. Thanks: ) 
 
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 Donald sat quietly on the hospital cot, flipping through a pamphlet on cardiovascular diseases. His eyes moved systematically from word to word, his brain absorbing every piece of information, organizing and filing it into the library that was Donald's mind. He closed his eyes and sighed, the image now burned into his retinas, but.. blurry? A few moments passed and Donald glanced to his right, eyeing the various machines that whirred and beeped at him. *Same blood pressure, same heart rate, same life*, he thought to himself, *same old hospital*. 
 
 He had been here before, six times in total he had determined, when he was fourteen, eighteen, twenty seven, thirty six, fifty eight and then now, at the age of sixty four years, three months, and eight days. A knife, pills, fire, pills, rat poison, and bleach. He had assumed the bleach would have worked, *Clorox, Kills 99.9 % of Household Germs*, more like bullshit, he thought. The door clicked open and a younger man entered the room, his face looked tired. `` Hello Donald,'' he said gently, `` Are you feeling better?''. Donald rolled his eyes, `` You just filled me with bricks of charcoal and I've been puking black for the last half an hour, how do you think I feel, doc?''. 
 
 The doctor sat at the end of the bed, and looked at Donald. `` Come now doc, I've lived long enough to know when I'm about to get'the talk', spit it out would ya?''. The doctor sighed, `` You know Donald, most people would consider what you have a gift, you are practically human perfection,''. 
 
 `` Fuck'em'', he replied. 
 
 `` Donald please, I --'', 
 
 `` No, listen, sixty four years have I lived on this planet, do you understand what it's like to remember all of it? Do you understand what it's like to remember every mistake, every cruel act you have committed and every cruel act committed onto you? I dream of the day where I can forget, where I can sit and hear silence. Do you understand how badly I want this? You wont let me kill myself, so for the love of god let me have this, I want to forget. I want to forget Helen, I want to forget the kids, I just want freedom.'' Tears were rolling down his withered cheeks at this point. The doctor looked into the eyes that looked far older than sixty four, and he let out his breath. 
 
 `` Okay Donald,'' he said calmly before handing him a form. `` Initials and signature, and we can begin.'' 
 
 The air stood silent, the whirring of the machines had faded into background noises. Donald's hand flicked across the line, firmly gripping the pen. He handed the clipboard back to the doctor and rested back into his hospital cot. 
 
 `` When would you this done?'' the doctor inquired. 
 
 `` Now.'' 
 
 The doctor nodded and two nurses entered the room and stood on either side of the bed. They began the slow process of attaching nodes to his balding head, their faces were blank and their hands steady. They stepped back and made eye contact with the doctor, who stepped forward to the end of the bed. `` Are you ready Donald?'' he inquired, his face grim. 
 
 `` Flush me doc,''. 
 
 
 

