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Post by Matthew Reid on Sept 18, 2013 20:59:20 GMT -5
It had been a few days since James Wayne had come into Arkham Asylum and committed himself. His doctor had wanted to do a session quicker but wasn't necessarily unhappy with the days that he had between his patient coming to the asylum and their first session had actually given Matthew time to... Prepare, for lack of a better word. Actually, maybe prepare was the perfect word. While before, though, he had been interested for the sessions, he was now anxious about them. This was a patient who could read minds. Matthew had issues with keeping his thoughts clear most of the time and having a patient, who he was supposed to be professional around, who could get into his mind was not something he was looking forward to. Regardless, by the time it was five minutes until the session, Matthew had taken a few deep breaths and pulled the white uniform coat on before putting the tape recorder that all doctors had to use into his pocket along with a notebook and pen out of habit. He finished his coffee, pushed his glasses up his nose and began his walk to session room two.
Getting into the room, he was relieved to see that the patient wasn't there yet. He sat down at the table, pulled the recorder out of his pocket and closed his eyes while sitting straight backed in the chair. He took a few more deep breaths both to calm himself and to clear his head before opening his eyes and glancing at his watch. He felt fidgety and nervous. This was probably normal for a doctor at Arkham Asylum, but he wasn't used to it. In Vegas, everything had been more relaxed. It was just a case of 'talk to the patient and jot things down as you went along'. In Arkham, it was obviously an asylum with set times for the sessions and rooms and recordings. He wasn't used to it and realised now that he'd grabbed the book and pen. He shook his head before looking to the door as it opened. His heart seemed to jump down into his stomach as he watched the trio that entered the room.
Deep breaths.
Once the patient was sat opposite him, Matthew nodded to the guards for them to leave. They did so without question, closing the door behind them and it slammed heavily though they probably didn't put that much effort behind closing the door.
Deep breaths.
Turning the recorder on, Matthew smiled softly at James though it faded quickly. He took a silent though deep breath before speaking, his thoughts entirely on what he was supposed to say at the beginning of any and all sessions. Professionalism. One of the things Matthew was worst at.
"First session. This is doctor Matthew Reid with patient 5639: James Wayne." He said, hoping silently that his voice hadn't shaken in the same way he thought it had. Well, if it had then it was too late to stop it now. His gaze turned from the table, where it had fallen while he was talking, to James. "How are you, James?" |
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James Wayne
i'm out of control
so what if you can see the darkest side of me?
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Post by James Wayne on Oct 2, 2013 20:43:10 GMT -5
Therapy. What a wonderful word that was. The boy shook his head, pacing back and forth for the briefest moment before the door opened. He smirked, crossing his arms as though silently asking the man who'd come to retrieve him if he dared to try and move him. The man hesitated for a moment before going forward and grabbing James' arm. To say the least, James Thomas Wayne didn't like it, and fought against it, only succeeding to stumble a few paces before he was grabbed again. This time, to the man's relief, the boy went quietly.
('cause James muse fled I'll finish this later)
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