M for Mental Monday
WHO: Tino and Ivan
WHEN: Monday afternoon, 8th of November
WHERE: At the shrink office
WHAT: You have the power to give me something that helps me on my journey towards my dreams. (Testimony of mental health that is)
Tino had never been to psychiatrist. Nor a psychologist. Nor a therapist.
Never had he been to someone who could peek into his mind, so to say.
And it unnerved him.
But he had to go through this, if he wanted to get inside that Police Academy. And it couldn't be that bad, it would probably be just a few questions, the basic stuff (even though Tino had no idea what the "basics" were).
Looking up from his cellphone where he had the address, Tino noted the number above it the door, thinking this had to be the place. Entering the building, he saw that he was apparently alone, and wasn't sure if he should feel happy or not that Raivis wasn't here.
Of course it was kind of embarrassing, but it would've been relaxing to talk to someone you knew. Tino had always been iffy about doctors anyway, and meeting a whole new kind of one of them didn't exactly leave him cold. Sitting on a chair by the wall, he took off his coat and mittens with the colours of Sweden on them and turned his head nervously, looking at the clock on the wall. He was fifteen minutes early.
Damn... Waiting is the worst part...
These would be very long fifteen minutes.