“Okay, well that’s something. Sweden is a beautiful place. I visited once shortly before med school,” she commented – a weak attempt at trying to pull out any other information he might not consciously recall by starting a conversation. Responses seemed to be coherent, and level of consciousness high, so that was a good sign. Broca and Wernicke’s areas appeared safe – at least for now – as did the occipital love and optic nerve. More than likely, she was looking at damage to the temporal lobe, perhaps the hippocampus. That was a good place to start. “I just need you to take my hands, squeeze and then I’m going to pull yours toward me and I need you to resist.”
HE nodded and smiled as she talked about visiting Sweden before she had started med school, as he thought about it some more he remembered growing up there and living with his family till he moved. “I….Uhh where did you go when you were there?” Axel asked as he reached out to grab her hands so that he could do as she asked. “What will this show if I can resist your pulling?” He asked as he looked at her then back to his hands trying to figure out what the test was for. As he gently to her hands he gave them a light squeeze before waiting for her to pull on them.
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