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

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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.

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Despite the horrible start to lunch, the rest of it hadn't been too bad once Hattori had shown up. The Osaka detective had been a welcome presence, and put him in a much better mood than he would have been if it had just been Kaito, Kudou, and the fish the whole time.

But now it was time for another "therapy" session, and Kaito wasn't sure what to think of that. Dr. Wilson had been friendly enough, and some of the things he'd said hit close to home, but...

Well, it wasn't like he could talk his nurse out of seeing the doctor today, so he'd just have to grin and bear it. He smiled at the doctor when the nurse escorted him inside.

"Hi doc!" Kaito said, taking a seat.

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Therapy. Really, Meche figured, she could probably use it, but what it really meant was a chance to try for some answers. But if it was going to be anything like the last time she'd seen the doctors here...

The truth was that she was afraid. The worst of the brainwashing seemed to take place at night--it wasn't too likely that this doctor was going to try to shove a gun in her hand, but she had to be prepared for the lies he was going to tell her. He might even believe them, if the story he'd heard about her was anything like the one Domino had to tell. She couldn't let her guard down. And if she was faced with an option she just couldn't risk not taking...well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

Meche was half-expecting to find fire and brimstone as the dominant décor in the office, but she realized before the door had even opened all the way how far that was from the truth. The office was tasteful, cozy-looking, dominated by a big desk and an even bigger black sofa--a lot nicer than Manny's, even. She felt a bizarre sense of déjà vu.

Dr. Wilson, too, looked non-threatening--even friendly. But Meche couldn't afford to be totally at her ease here. "Good afternoon," she said quietly, crossing the office and taking the chair in front of his desk. She folded her hands in her lap and waited. Let the professional make the first move.