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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: ForAdelheid, Cliff, Dias, Eric, Hikaru, Riza, Scar, and Seimei. ]
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
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"Look," he started, pulling his hand down and fixing the boy with a straightforward stare, "I'm not the bad guy here. It's not my fault you're here. When I was hired, I was given files and told that my job was to talk things out with patients in a hope of helping them overcome their delusions." There was no point in Hikaru directing his anger at him.
Still, he'd give him what he asked for. Letting out a small sigh, he returned his gaze to the file. "It says that you and your brother were detached from others since a young age, which, as you grew older, developed into a sort of paranoia. You had to be admitted together because you refused to be separated and your mental states worsened when you weren't with each other."
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"Sorry," Hikaru muttered, cowed. He didn't bother to look Wilson in the eye as he said it.
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Still, it was something that had to be dealt with delicately. Wilson allowed silence to reign for a moment as he considered what to say. "No need to apologize," he said with a smile.
"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" It would be good if he could determine what it was that had suddenly caused such a shift in the boy's demeanor.
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The Host found it to be deeply disturbing. How had they known about that? While it wasn't exactly a secret that he and Kaoru hadn't been very social until an eccentric blond with the peculiar habit of talking like a lord from Old Japan harrassed them into joining his Host Club, it also wasn't very well known. It meant that whoever had taken them was intimately familiar with their personal lives.
This was getting weirder and weirder.
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Hikaru didn't seem to remember actually being brought to the hospital, which meant he might have had a mental breakdown or a really severe panic attack. Wilson couldn't know for sure and there weren't any details about it in the file.
He got the feeling it wouldn't be a good thing to ask about.
"Well, since that's out of the way... Anything else on your mind?"
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Anything else on his mind...um, no. Not really. Unless you counted an overwhelming desire to be OUT OF THIS PLACE. Again, Hikaru kept his mouth shut.
A wicked grin spread over his face. "Have you got anything on Suou Tamaki?"
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"Though if you think he's here, it's possible he got assigned to one of the other doctors. There are five others besides me at the moment," he explained. "I could check the main database of patients and see if he's in it." Wilson wasn't entirely sure if both names would be listed, but he wouldn't know unless he tried.
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Whatever. It wasn't that important...he just wanted ammunition to use in his constant teasing of the Host Club's King. Especially NOW, after pulling that stunt with that Pate Foi Gras-eating witch.
Which reminded him...
"Hey, how long have I been here? I broke my arm two days ago, and now it's out of the cast and working just fine. What gives?"
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Wilson wasn't sure what to make of his question. He glanced down at the file and there was no mention of a broken arm.
"I'm not sure how long you've been here," he admitted. "It's possible they had you under anesthetic for a while to let your arm heal. It's not easy to tell how much time has passed when you're under." That was the only explanation he could think of off the top of his head.
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"Anyway...where're we, anyway? What state?" He was assuming that they were probably in the United States or Canada, and decided that he'd narrow down his options. If he and Kaoru could get out and get to a phone...we'll, they'd need to know where they were, first.
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"We're in the state of New Jersey in the United States of America," he responded. Where else would they be?
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He had a feeling that some of those weren't even IN the US.
He hadn't missed Wilson's momentary confusion, though. The teen honestly didn't know what to make of it...and, for a moment, he wondered if he'd get the same answer from all the doctors. Would they all say New Jersey?
"I...see."
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