Extracted (Extracted Trilogy, #1)

by R.R. Haywood

‘Who are you?’ Ben asks while getting his head groped. ‘John Watson.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘And no I am not making that up,’ the doctor says in a tone that suggests he’s said the same thing many times. ‘It’s a common name.’ ‘Doctor Watson?’ ‘Yes. I am Doctor Watson.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘My father was called John.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘And my grandfather.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘My great-grandfather was called—’ ‘John?’ ‘Hamish.’ ‘Hamish?’ ‘Doctor Watson’s middle name.’ ‘What is?’ ‘Hamish.’ ‘Hamish is Doctor Watson’s middle name?’ Ben asks, fighting the confusion to keep up with him. ‘Yes. Doctor John Hamish Watson.’ ‘Oh. Your family liked Sherlock Holmes then,’ Ben remarks as the doctor’s fingers probe about and start pushing into Ben’s stomach and ribs while he watches Ben for a pain reaction. ‘Indeed.’ ‘Is your middle name Hamish?’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘It’s Sherlock.’ ‘You are shitting me?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Eh?’ Ben blinks at him. ‘I am shitting you. My middle name is not Sherlock,’ Doctor Watson says while working down Ben’s legs. ‘Oh . . . what is it then?’ ‘Holmes.’ ‘Seriously?’ ‘No.’ ‘What the fuck? Who are you?’ ‘Doctor Watson, I just said that.’ ‘No . . . I mean who are you? Like . . .’ ‘Ah,’ the doctor says knowingly. ‘I see we have a loss of cognitive function.’ ‘Do what?’ ‘What is your name?’ ‘What?’ ‘Hmmm, quite a serious loss of cognitive function it appears,’ Doctor Watson says with a serious nod at Ben. ‘Ben.’ ‘What is?’ ‘My name. I’m Ben.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Ben. I’m Doctor Watson,’ he says, holding a hand out to shake. ‘You’re f...