Day 39: Doctor's Office 6 (Dr. Wilson) [Second Shift]

[damned_doctors]

Stepping into his office on this particular Wednesday morning, Wilson had to admit that he was in a good mood. His last session the day before had gone particularly well, and he only wished that more of that patients were as willing to talk as Aubrey had been. Things could never be that easy, though, could they? Then again, considering he wasn't

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[tender_cruelty]

The nurses had grabbed him as he'd walked into the Sun Room, telling him that no, he couldn't go and sit in there just now because he needed to have a nice talk with his therapist who would help him to get better and wouldn't that be nice? Allelujah vehemently disagreed. Reasoning hadn't worked and had eventually ended up with a threat of sedation if he kept acting out and him being practically dragged to the therapy room by an orderly. Only the fact that being sedated would drastically inhibit his ability to fight against the doctor kept Hallelujah and his own anger from surfacing, but it was a close run thing.

Doctors. They were never good. Meetings with them had never boded well at the facility and he knew that they tortured and experimented on people here. But he wouldn't let it happen again! He'd kill if he had to.

The door shut behind him once he was shoved into the room and he eyed the other man, most likely the doctor, with deep suspicion, not moving any closer.

We should...

Not now. The nurses are probably just outside.

[damned_doctors]

Wilson had become used to looks of suspicion from the patients here, but the way Mr. Davis was eyeing him beat out most of the other stares he'd gotten so far. So apparently all of his positive thinking and finger-crossing hadn't done squat. He wasn't too surprised.

That didn't mean he was going to give in and label this a failed session from the start, though. These patients got some pretty ridiculous ideas into their heads sometimes, and if he could just manage to assuage whatever fears Mr. Davis had, maybe this could be turned around.

Starting these things off tended to be the hardest part, but Wilson worked to make his expression neutral as he watched the patient.

"Believe me, you have nothing to worry about," he assured the young man. "I'm about as harmless as they come." He lifted up both hands to show there was no foul play going on.

[tender_cruelty]

No weapon then, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. How did he know that he wasn't going to be drugged and tortured as soon as he relaxed his guard? "You're a doctor," he said coldly. "They're never harmless." Even with the doctors of Celestial Being, he'd never lost his suspicion and wariness so he wasn't about to trust an unknown factor.

His gaze darted around the room, taking in the couch and the bits and pieces which littered the desk. There didn't look to be anything threatening, and there was no door except the one by which he had entered. At least he'd hear if someone came in that way. There wasn't a whole lot that he could do about it then except hope that he could kill or injure enough of them to leave them in some disarray.

But there wasn't any immediate threat and Hallelujah couldn't sense anything outside the room which should cause alarm, so slowly he relaxed a fraction. "What is this?"

[damned_doctors]

[Sorry for the delay, I was out all day!]One of those types, then? Wilson wasn't sure how all of these patients had gotten it into their heads that doctors were the devil (maybe they'd run through a string of doctors like House, but Wilson wasn't sure there were any other doctors out there who matched his friend's level of tactlessness), but he just had to hope that their minds could be changed. It wasn't like all doctors were the same, and Wilson didn't exactly appreciate being lumped in with whoever had traumatized these patients