Dayshift 32: Doctor's Office 6 (Dr. Wilson) [4th Shift]

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The morning had brought two new faces, though neither of them had been too much trouble. Caleb had almost bordered on friendly once they had worked through a few misconceptions, and that had been a nice change from the general air of hostility he was usually presented with. (Not that he could blame the patients for being hostile, but it did get old after a while.) As for Mr. Irons, he was a bit more difficult, but it hadn't worn on him as much as some of the other conversations he'd had with previous patients.

As for the afternoon, it offered up yet another new face in the form of a teenage boy, a so-called Kuroba Kaito, or Kyle Crowe. As Wilson gave the teen's file a quick once-over, he realized that he didn't see many female patients these days. He wondered if there was anything to that, or if Landel's just had a policy of admitting more males. There was always the chance that men became delusional more commonly than females, but it wasn't a statistic he had heard very much, if at all.

Sipping at some water (he was trying to limit his coffee intake to only before noon), he waited for Kyle to be led in.

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Kaito wasn't so sure what he should do now. Keep close to Hattori and keep lying to him, or pull away slowly so that the detective wouldn't notice that he was running away? There was the matter of the promise to watch his back, as well, and he didn't break promises if he could help it...

He hadn't paid much attention to where his nurse was leading him until he realized he wasn't headed for the music room. He asked, and was told he was going to meet his doctor for therapy.

It was almost ironic, going to see a shrink after he and Hattori had just agreed that they couldn't go nuts.

When he arrived at the doctor's office, he took a quick look around. It was a nice office; nicer than most of what he'd seen around here, at least. The couch off to the side looked pretty tempting, but he steered away from it, settling instead in a chair by the desk.

"I don't suppose you'll release me if I tell you I'm not crazy, so how's this going to go, doc?" he asked.