DID power, activate!
WHO: Dr. Ivan Braginsky, Aidan
WHEN: Sunday afternoon, October 4th
WHERE: Ivan’s Office
WHAT: Preventative measures. Hopefully.
The last straw was when Aidan had to dive into some poor old lady's rose bushes to avoid being seen by his younger brother. He later emerged, looking like he had just come out of an action flick, hair mussed and clothes and skin nicked by the roses’ thorns. Fuck, it seemed like the town was getting smaller and smaller. It felt as if Arthur was purposely following him, taunting him. --but then he remembered that if anything, his brother would be avoiding him too, after all the torment he endured at Aidan's hands.
That was when he decided it would be wise to call that psychiatrist he spoke with a couple of days ago.
Double-checking the office's address, Aidan stalled for a while. His previous sessions with his psychiatrist back home were brutal. She coaxed Michael out to try behavioural therapy--a grave decision. Instead of responding positively to her attempts, Michael lashed out, sent her to the hospital where she stayed for weeks.
Aidan desperately wanted to pop open the bottle of beer he kept safely tucked in his backpack to quell his nerves. However, he was able to push that thought aside--if only for a second--before quickly opening the door.
"Hey," he began, trying to appear like his usual outgoing self. His eyes focused on the blond man before him. "Are you Dr. Ivan Braginsky? I'm Aidan. I made an appointment with your secretary to see you today?"
WHEN: Sunday afternoon, October 4th
WHERE: Ivan’s Office
WHAT: Preventative measures. Hopefully.
The last straw was when Aidan had to dive into some poor old lady's rose bushes to avoid being seen by his younger brother. He later emerged, looking like he had just come out of an action flick, hair mussed and clothes and skin nicked by the roses’ thorns. Fuck, it seemed like the town was getting smaller and smaller. It felt as if Arthur was purposely following him, taunting him. --but then he remembered that if anything, his brother would be avoiding him too, after all the torment he endured at Aidan's hands.
That was when he decided it would be wise to call that psychiatrist he spoke with a couple of days ago.
Double-checking the office's address, Aidan stalled for a while. His previous sessions with his psychiatrist back home were brutal. She coaxed Michael out to try behavioural therapy--a grave decision. Instead of responding positively to her attempts, Michael lashed out, sent her to the hospital where she stayed for weeks.
Aidan desperately wanted to pop open the bottle of beer he kept safely tucked in his backpack to quell his nerves. However, he was able to push that thought aside--if only for a second--before quickly opening the door.
"Hey," he began, trying to appear like his usual outgoing self. His eyes focused on the blond man before him. "Are you Dr. Ivan Braginsky? I'm Aidan. I made an appointment with your secretary to see you today?"