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Day 40: Doctor's Office 6 (Dr. Wilson) [Fourth Shift]

Things could have gone better with Max, but they also could have gone much, much worse. Wilson was willing to take a somewhat awkward, tense session over a downright terrible one. As for his next two patients (the last two for this week), one was completely new to him while the other one would be a follow-up. He would have preferred the new patient have a shift to herself, but he had little say in how the scheduling worked in this place.

As for the returning patient, Wilson remembered Kyle well. The boy possibly had some sort of personality disorder, but unlike Allelujah-Hallelujah from earlier, he hadn't been aware of his other personality. Wilson had to wonder if the boy had made any effort to keep track of his moods and his memory to see if things didn't add up, but he supposed it wouldn't be long before he found out. The boy had been agreeable last time, so unless he was in a bad mood today (like Max), things should go smoothly. The new patient was a mystery, but Wilson did his best to keep an open mind.
flashyaudacity: (Kaito: whatever...)

[personal profile] flashyaudacity 2009-05-01 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Even though Dr. Wilson said that shared delusions were "definitely" the case here, Kaito had a hard time believing it. After all, he hadn't really known Hattori before coming here, yet he'd heard of the detective (and seen him around a few times) and Hattori knew of Kid. And Kudou, well... Kudou was a whole 'nother story.

His reply to Dr. Wilson was an unconvinced-sounding, "Hmm... If you say so. But if you ask me, sharing a delusion is harder to swallow than it not being a delusion."

Unless the doctor could provide compelling evidence to prove that people who had never really met could share the same knowledge, like of Kid's latest heist, Kaito would cling to the belief that said knowledge was proof that he wasn't crazy.
flashyaudacity: (Kaito: annoyed)

[personal profile] flashyaudacity 2009-05-04 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaito had been wondering the same thing himself, or something close to it. Why them? Why were the people who were here here, instead of other people?

"Beats me," he had to admit, looking a little sullen about it. It was a good question, the point of it all... He just wished he had some idea of the answer. What were they trying to do? "I'll get back to you on that."