Arteritis Persuasive Speech

After I got my newest patient in a hospital bed, gave her some pain medicine, some blood, and sutured up her wound, it was up to me to find out who she was and fill out her charts.
“Good evening, ma’am. I am your doctor, can you tell me what happened to you?” I ask her.
“Mhhhrrmppphhh,” the patient looked confused. “Eiimerpufffff?” her eyes widened, she started panicking. “Ammerefuammp! Extoenpeff!” she begins to climb out of the hospital bed -climbing out of the taxi, novel in hand-. The patient was clearly disgruntled.
“Ma’am, ma’am please relax! Sit back please, it’s okay. You’ll be fine. When you were hit by a car you hurt your head, the part of your brain that controls how you remember to speak is a little inflamed. Nod yes or no if
This is when the arteries in sides of your head get ‘stopped up.’ The blockage is usually caused by a triggering antigen. Triggering antigens can come from almost anything, drugs, other toxins, or an infectious agent. The Arteritis may be the reason why you bled so much at the scene, where the paramedics picked you up. I am unsure, however, if you will be able to speak again. The brain is a difficult organ, there is so much even doctors do not know about it. But this leads me to my next question, rounding back on the Temporal Arteritis, have you been, uhm, taking anything? New prescription drugs? Or maybe not prescription?” I
Throughout my little lecture, it seemed as if she was preparing herself for this moment; “Uugghammmmm Enggguuuffferr!” I try to take her mind off the fact she cannot speak, at least not right now.
“So,” I cut into her wordless rambling, “are you from Idaho -lonely street in the middle of nowhere. A single taxi, driving fast- ?”
She nods, teary eyed. I sit on the edge of her bed, to comfort her.
“It may sound random to you but I’m from there. You remind me of someone I’ve met before” -straightening out her blazer, taking off the heels.-
She nods again, solemnly. Almost like she lost something there. Or someone? -she twitches once. Twice.- No, too deja vu. This patient probably didn’t even know about the woman who -the taxi driver collected her blood in a fast-food cup- uhhmm… died. Well, it was a big scandal in the small town… No. No way! She was probably just upset about how she can’t talk. Yea. That’s all, I’m reading too much into this.
“Gggurrummpphh! Sepametoool!” The patient pulls me out of my stupor.
“Can you write? I’ll get you a notepad if you’d like?”
She nods,