Day 38: Doctor's Office 6 [Dr. Wilson] [Fourth Shift]

[damned_doctors]

Well, Wilson's session with Caleb had gone surprisingly well. It was a good start to the week, but the doctor knew better than to think that it would continue. After a few weeks here, he had come to realize that there was going to be at least one patient that gave him a hard time. It was usually during the first session with a patient that it

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[justice_to_a_t]

Naturally, any improvement in demeanor Mikami might have experienced while leaving lunch wasn't allowed to last. The moment a nurse stopped him from entering the Game Room with the rest of the patient population and began leading him instead to a hall he had seen on his map but never actually been to, his train of thought gained a whole new set of wheels.

He'd been chosen to talk to a "doctor" by himself. The fact that the hospital did that sort of thing wasn't really a surprise since he had already seen the appointments worked into the daily schedule, but as he was escorted along while the nurse babbled about how certain she was he and "Dr. Wilson" would get along, he regretted not looking into the matter more beforehand. In any case, he wasn't prepared to waltz in sporting an underestimating attitude like he had with his "visitor" two days previous. He wasn't even sure how much they knew him and his role as Kira's supporter, and he spent the time while walking mentally racing through every detail provided so far about his false

[damned_doctors]

From the minute that this new patient was led into his office, Wilson could tell that it was probably going to be a difficult session. He really hated when it felt like pulling teeth, but that happened more often than not here. He was fairly good at reading body language, he thought, and he could tell that this patient was resistant to this whole concept of therapy. Though with some of the strange things that patients had expected out of it before, he could understand to an extent.

Making sure he looked relaxed in a hope that it would cause Takanaga to loosen up a little, Wilson extended a hand out and made a sweeping motion with it to coax the patient forward. He pointed out the chair and the couch - they were both pretty comfy, after all.

"Please, go ahead and sit down. It's not going to shock you or anything." Hadn't Caleb thought shock therapy might be involved? These patients were all so mixed up - but they were here for a reason, obviously.

[justice_to_a_t]

"Of course," Mikami said mildly, cooperating in walking to the chair and sitting down. However, he felt slightly insulted at being assured he wouldn't be "shocked." Ridiculous. That was always the act though- friendly, helpful, and casual during the day, and nothing short of a horror movie brought to life when night fell.

The type of lifestyle Mikami led and his own inherent mindset wouldn't have allowed him to do much of anything but show light disdain at the relaxed attitude, and he straightened his glasses and journal once settled. He was no amateur in what he did for a living, and he remained strictly formal, exhibiting whatever professionalism could be expected from someone wearing the equivalent of grey pajamas.

"No doubt you too will insist on calling me by something else," he continued, "but my name is Mikami Teru. Mikami is my family name." He couldn't actually remember hearing his false name in full before the nurse had announced it just then, and was surprised that they had seemed to keep it in Japanese order. In any case

[damned_doctors]

The strict behavior wasn't something that Wilson was used to, at least not here. The man come off as less of a mental patient and more of -- well, the file did say he had once been a lawyer, but apparently "Mikami" thought his life had taken a huge turn recently. Which must have been what got him landed in this place.

"A bit," he responded, flipping the file open as he leaned back in his seat. He wasn't being necessarily unprofessional, as far as he was concerned; just relaxed.

"Mikami Teru. A successful prosecutor, your life was apparently normal, if rigid, until a string of unexplainable murders started occurring around Japan. You became dedicated to the one responsible, and apparently cooperated with him eventually?" He glanced up to judge the man's reaction, not sure if he would be surprised to know how much information they had about his condition.

He hadn't even gotten into the whole thing about death gods and writing names down in a special book, but he figured they would go one step at a time.

[notmyfather]

Valyn's slightly eager calm began to break when his nurse gathered him after lunch for his therapy. Not because of the therapy itself, but because of the warning he was given on the way. He had a new doctor starting today, some name he wasn't familiar with.

That caused him to pause and internally lock up. Unlike most people here, Valyn had actually benefited from his sessions with his doctor. It was undeniable that he had a plethora of issues, after all.

As he was pushed gently through the door, Valyn turned to inspect the man he'd been turned over to. Nothing special stood out about him, and Valyn hesitated in the doorway, his expression unreadable. He'd come so far with his previous doctor, how was he supposed to continue this when he didn't trust this man? Ancestors above and demons below, even when this place pretended to help people, it was all just a facade!

[damned_doctors]

Just like Takanaga, this new patient - Aubrey Hill - was acting more like a spooked animal. Wilson wasn't too fazed by it, since he had gotten even the most dubious patients to open up after some work. On the other hand, there were those who would never let their guard down, no matter what happened.

He wasn't sure what sort Aubrey would be, but Wilson was going to give his best effort either way. "Go ahead and come in," he said, figuring it was pretty obvious that there was nothing threatening about him. He was probably one of the most inoffensive doctors around here, which only made Wilson cringe when he thought about how House dealt with these patients.

"You can take the couch, if that's more comfortable," he said. It was a little further from the desk, which might make the man feel better about stepping further into the room - he could still keep his distance.

[notmyfather]

Valyn nodded and sank down to the couch, holding himself stiffly. He folded his hands on his knees, his body angled forward as though he were ready to leap up at a moment's notice.

This was, to say the least, a setback. It had taken a great deal of effort for him to come to trust - at least in some ways - his previous doctor. Now he needed to start all over again, and now was not a good time to be dealing with that.

"I was making progress with my other doctor," Valyn said, not knowing what else to say. Did this man even know what had been discussed, what he was dealing with? Would he allow Valyn at least the pretense of not being mad?

Or would he just insist that Valyn was a danger to himself and deluded?

[damned_doctors]

Wilson watched as the young man settled onto the couch, noticing how tense he seemed and realizing that he would have to tread carefully with this one. He had been preparing to say something, but Aubrey beat him to it.

"Right, you were transferred from Dr. Huang," he said, glancing down at the man's file as he held back a sigh. It was always hard to pick up where someone else had left off, especially if the patient had liked their previous doctor.

"Would you mind getting me up to date on what you two discussed, then?" He knew that it might be hard to summarize something like that, but at least this would give him an idea of how committed or reluctant the patient was.

Wilson personally didn't know what had happened to Dr. Huang, and he hadn't been given any details about it. That seemed to be in bad taste, but he hoped there was no foul play going on.