Tuesday - 5/3
SALEM HIGH SCHOOL
After Silver’s performance, a few other students performed, then it was time to announce the winners. Silver ended up coming in second, and got a small trophy. She sat backstage waiting for her mom and sister. Sydney walked over.
SYDNEY: Hey! Congratulations!
SILVER: Thanks! I’m a little surprised I actually placed.
SYDNEY: Why? You were awesome!
SILVER: I guess. I’m glad I did it. Thanks for comforting me earlier.
SYDNEY: No problem.
Sydney sat down next to Silver.
SYDNEY: So, you wrote that song?
Silver nodded.
SILVER: A couple months ago. This is the first time I performed it for…well, anybody, really.
SYDNEY: It was nice. I’m so sorry that you feel that way, though.
Silver shrugged.
SYDNEY: Seriously, if I ever did anything to make you feel like that-
SILVER: It’s not you. Seriously, it’s not. It’s me. It’s like, I know that I have friends, and they’re amazing, especially you. But, sometimes my brain makes me forget that, or at very least doubt it. It’s nothing you or anyone else have done, it’s just my stupid brain.
SYDNEY: Well, your brain needs to get with the program and stop that, then.
Silver chuckled slightly.
SILVER: I only wish it was that easy. I didn’t write the song to get sympathy or anything. I wrote it because I needed to express how I felt, and you know, let other people out there know they’re not alone. My therapist suggested recording it and putting it online. I haven’t done that yet, but I plan to.
SYDNEY: Wow. Thanks for sharing that with me. You know, if you ever need to talk…
SILVER: I know. Thanks, Syd.
Sydney and Silver hugged.
SALEM UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
SHAWN-D: What are you saying? You’re saying someone’s been messing with Claire’s mind?
CELESTE: I believe that is a possibility, yes.
BELLE: Is it at all possible that these could just be side-effects of her being hit by a car?
SHAWN-D: That’s what I’d have thought at first, but when Addie checked her out, she said there weren’t any signs of a concussion or brain damage.
CELESTE: I am not a doctor, so I would not know about that. All I can tell you is what I saw.
BELLE: I’ve gotta call my Mom. If someone’s put fake memories in Claire’s head, we need to get them out. Mom can’t, because she and Claire are related, but I’m sure she knows someone who can.
SHAWN-D: Good thinking.
CLAIRE: Can you…let Chase know…when he gets…off work?
BELLE: Sure, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.
Belle kissed Claire’s forehead and left the room. Shawn-D sighed.
CELESTE: You have something on your mind, Shawn-Douglas.
SHAWN-D: I gotta be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about all of this vision stuff. I don’t wanna cause any offense or anything, but…I just have a hard time with all that stuff.
CELESTE: That’s understandable. A lot of people don’t believe in it. Your father was one of them, until he was temporarily gifted with sight.
SHAWN-D: Yeah. Yeah, I heard about that, as well. I’m not saying you’re wrong, and I do appreciate you coming and paying us a visit.
CELESTE: You want a second opinion. That makes perfect sense. You and Isabella have the right idea, calling in Marlena.
Celeste stood up.
CELESTE: It’s getting rather late. I shall leave you to rest, Claire.
CLAIRE: Okay. Thank you…for coming.
CELESTE: You’re welcome. Shawn-Douglas, have a good night.
SHAWN-D: You too.
Celeste left the room. Shawn-D sighed again and took Claire’s hand.
SHAWN-D: How’re you doing, Claire Bear?
CLAIRE: Okay…I guess. I…don’t know…if Celeste is right…but I did…remember things…that I thought…were part of…a dream…when our hands touched.
SHAWN-D: Well, that’s something. Hopefully your grandma will know someone who can help us find out if there’s anything to this theory about fake memories.
CLAIRE: Yeah.
SHAWN-D: Sweetheart, have you…do you remember the DiMeras or anyone that works for them being around lately?
Claire thought for a few minutes.
CLAIRE: Johnny’s the…only DiMera…I’ve seen lately. Last time…any of the…bad ones…was around…was when…Dr. Rolf…
SHAWN-D: Was when he posed as a teacher at Salem U and made Ciara think she was Katalin.
Claire nodded. Shawn-D considered this for a moment. The door opened and a nurse walked in.
NURSE: It’s time for Claire’s medicine.
Shawn-D stood up.
NURSE: Oh, you must be her father.
SHAWN-D: I am. Shawn Brady.
NURSE: I’m Maisy. Nice to meet you.
Maisy walked over to Claire.
MAISY: You’ll feel a little pinch, just like last time.
CLAIRE: Okay.
Maisy injected some medication into Claire.
SHAWN-D: I’m sorry, what is that?
MAISY: It’s a mild sedative.
SHAWN-D: Has Claire been having trouble sleeping?
MAISY: I assume so. I’m new here, and still learning everything. This is what Dr. Horton prescribed, so I’m just here to administer it.
SHAWN-D: Gotcha.
Maisy turned to Claire.
MAISY: Have a good night.
CLAIRE: You too.
Shawn-D watched Maisy go, his eyes narrowed.