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

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

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 happened, and they generally mellowed out after that.

He supposed he should take that as a good sign - maybe as a sign of healing - but he usually never had a direct influence on which patients were discharged, so he had to wonder what good his work was doing here. It all seemed very arbitrary, and once again he had to question the competence of the man running this place.

But for now, all he could do was focus on the patients. The two who were seeing him this afternoon were new names to him, so he didn't really know what to expect. All he could do was wait.

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[justice-to-a-t.livejournal.com]

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 life and the psychological issues that had supposedly landed him there.

Unfortunately the walk wasn't particularly far, and before he knew it they had arrived and he had been ushered in. "Takanaga Temote, Dr. Wilson," the nurse practically sang, then closed the door. Mikami remained glued to the spot as he regarded the man behind the desk, trying to avoid looking uneasy despite practically radiating stiffness.

[notmyfather.livejournal.com]

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!