damned_institute | Day 20: Dr. Wilson's Office [Doctor's Office 6]

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Day 20: Dr. Wilson's Office [Doctor's Office 6]

It was silly, but Wilson was nervous.

Mental health was by no means his specialty. It was true that he more or less had to act as a counselor for his patients. Most of them had terminal cancer. The dates were never any good. Two years, one year, six months, three months. He could speak to people about dying well enough, but this was different.

Hopefully he would get the hang of it. He took solace in the fact that he had a bit more experience than some of the other doctors. Such as, oh, House? He wasn't sure what the chief of staff had been thinking when he hired him. It made him wonder if the administrators were as insane as the patients.

Even though therapy didn't start first thing in the morning, Wilson had made sure to be there extra early anyway. (He had to make up for House, who would undoubtedly be late.) His office was also cleaner than it would normally be - first impressions were important, after all, and that was probably even more true with mental patients. He heard the intercom, which meant his first patient would be heading in soon. He straightened in his chair, though his nervousness caused him to grab a random doodad off of his desk and start fiddling with it.

[ ooc: For ~~Adelheid~~, ~~Cliff~~, ~~Dias~~, ~~Eric~~, ~~Hikaru~~, ~~Riza~~, ~~Scar~~, and ~~Seimei~~. ]

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"It's pretty vague," Wilson admitted with a small shrug. Some doctors simply weren't any good at keep detailed files. He had hoped it would be a little better in the mental health field, but apparently not. "It seems like you were pretty secretive about the whole thing." That would explain why there wasn't much information to speak of. All of this had probably come from his parents and they most likely hadn't known the details of this friendship. "Do you remember anyone like that?" he asked, looking genuinely curious.

"Landel's is supposed to be a stable environment for patients to pull themselves out of their delusions," he explained. "It doesn't seem like you've been here for that long. The doctors in charge here probably think there's still a chance you'll have another fit." That was pure guess work, though. He didn't know for sure.

"How can you expect to treat me when you don't even know what happened? Are you going to trust me, a delusional person, to tell you the truth? I could tell you any number of things... in fact, there are several stories just waiting in my mind right now." Seimei smiled slowly.

"Doctor...whatever your name is, I cannot believe an institution such as this would be so very sloppy about keeping records. How can you call yourselves professionals when you have no known facts about a patient's background? Are you just going to experiment on me? Poke and prod until something unexpected happens?"

It was strange. While this patient showed no signs of wanting to be violent, Wilson felt more threatened by him than he had by any of the others. He was abrasive, demanding, and barely gave him a chance to answer one question before asking another.

That was all right, though. He could take it one thing at a time.

"I'm not expecting the truth from you," Wilson explained. "That's not the point of this." It seemed at the very least, Seimei had misunderstood.

"Wilson," he informed him. "And as for the sloppy records, some doctors aren't as good about being detailed in their reports. But there's also the fact that we didn't have a very good source of information. I'm assuming they got what is written here from your parents... And for some reason I doubt they knew about every detail of your life." Just a guess, though. But from what he gathered, teenagers weren't exactly open.

...Which made therapy with them difficult.

"Oh well." At once, Seimei seemed to shrug off the answers that he seemed to dearly want a moment before. He trailed a little laugh and leaned forward, draping his arms over his thighs, catlike ears twitching. He smiled warmly. "It doesn't matter."

"Is there something specific we should discuss? Or would you simply like to... amuse me?" He sat back in the chair, smoothly crossing his left leg over the right, drawing the tip of his first two fingers across his lips in a way that could not be misinterpreted.

"Wilson, hm?" He said the word like something dirty, but not something respulsive. "How are you going to cure me, doctor?"

It was abnormal the way all of that was dismissed as if suddenly it didn't matter. It was the sort of behavior anyone might deem strange, though Wilson wasn't sure if it was enough to spur parents to commit their child.

Unless they'd wanted him out of their hair, but the file didn't seem to imply that. Then again, he'd just been saying how the file wasn't very detailed...

"We can talk about whatever you want," he replied. "And I'm not sure how I could amuse you..." He wasn't that amusing of a person, unless you were House. And he got his amusement through cruelty, anyway.

Wilson almost winced when he heard the way the patient spoke back his name, but by this point he knew how to keep his composure. "Hey. I never said I was a miracle healer." He gave a small shake of his head. "There's no saying I can do anything, but the people who hired me seem insistent that I give it a try." He shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sure you could be amusing... in your own way." Seimei said, letting his fingertips rest against his chest, just below the collarbone.

"It is true I have a younger brother. One whom I love very much, and who I miss even more so. Unfortunately, I cannot look after him, since I am here... and I am afraid to think of what travesty might have befallen his sweet, innocent self in the great, dangerous world." His lips kept the curve of the smile, although his eyes focused on Wilson, sizing him up with their own brand of daring.

"I am sure he must be very lonely without me. As I am without him."

What was that supposed to mean? Something about this kid was almost creepy all of a sudden. He had been pure business earlier, but now Wilson wasn't sure what he was trying to get at.

He had to remain level-headed and just answer him logically and everything should go smoothly. "I have a brother, too," he informed Seimei. "He... he didn't turn out so well. He ended up on the streets. But your brother has his parents to take care of him. And the sooner you get better, the sooner you can get back to him." He wasn't sure if that last bit would go over so well, but he might as well test the waters.

"That..." Seimei said, his eyes narrowing. "Is where you are wrong." His ears flattened and his tail flicked with mild annoyance. There was no way this man in front of him could know -- so he didn't blame him. However... entrusting Ritsuka to their mother was something he would never do.

This is where Soubi came in -- but who knew what was going on in that world? He could not know, shut up in here.

"Better? Better than what?"

Wilson didn't even register Seimei's questions, far more concerned with the first statement. The patient's tone and demeanor implied that there was something going on that Wilson didn't know about and couldn't get from the files - something he should probably hear about if he hoped to better understand the teenager.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "How am I wrong?" He wasn't arguing that his statement was infallible. He simply needed to know what part of it was incorrect.

"Leaving my brother in my mother's care is a good way to get him killed." Seimei said in a severe manner, sitting back in the chair and folding his arms over his chest. "I can only imagine what she's doing to him as we speak."

If he had fur, it would be bristling. As it was, his ears remained flat, eyes averted. "By keeping me here, you may as well sign his death certificate."

This was the first Wilson had heard of an abusive mother. Or maybe she was simply neglectful. There were a lot of possibilities. Unfortunate as it was, there were quite a lot of cases of parents doing horrible things to their children.

If it was their parents who had given this information, it would make sense that they had been trying to hide something like that. "I'll see if I can look into it," he promised the boy. "What exactly does she do? Is she abusive?" It would be best if he could get as many details as possible before investigating.

"What exactly do you think you can do about it?" Seimei snapped, standing suddenly from his chair. "There's nothing you can do. It's not your affair. It's mine. I will protect him -- and by keeping me here, you're preventing that." His tail swished angrily and he planted his hands on the desk, staring into Wilson's face.

"Do whatever you have to in order to see me 'cured'... for that, and only that, will I thank you."

Maybe it wasn't his business, but Wilson couldn't help wanting to know. House would have called him on it. He would have said he was latching on to needy people again, feeding his own addiction.

For that reason, he held back and simply nodded. "I'll do my best," he promised. "But I think our time is up for today." He was tempted to look into the family situation, but where could he find out more? No, it was best if he stayed out of it...

"Of course it is. How convenient." Seimei turned away with a disdainful look on his face. "You're all the same, you know." He was almost trembling with anger, frustration, a myriad of other emotions he could neither control nor name. "You turn the other way whenever it doesn't suit you."

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