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5 - Why?

2 Week Later

VALENTINA'S POV

It's been a week of being the psychiatrist for Francis and it hasn't been that bad. My neck had healed quite well and the bruise has turned yellow, making it unnoticeable, but I was more pleased with the progress Francis was making.

We'd gotten along and had little friendly conversations whilst I wrote things down collecting data. And recently, since he hasn't tried anything scandalous, that Mrs Carol knew of, I convinced her to downgrade him from his strait jacket to just handcuffs.

And people are always weary once the changes were complete because when you have a straitjacket, it's very hard to hurt someone, but with cuffs, it can be much easier. But I trusted him not to do anything, and he hasn't.

I knew that today I was going to give him a diagnosis. And I don't know what brought me to it, but I wanted him to completely trust me, just as I do for him.

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"I need the keys, Chris," I ordered, putting my hand out as he stood there dumbfounded and a slightly angry glint in his eyes arising.

"Why the hell would you need the keys, Val!" he yelled, fury evident in his voice.

"Please Chris, I just need the keys for his wing cuffs, nothing else, not even his handcuffs! I know he won't try anything,"

"And how do you know that? He's a cold-blooded, manipulative murderer and he can't be changed, Valentina," he stated which just made me scoff. Anyone could change, even Francis.

"Chris, please. I always have the emergency button on me if he tries anything. So, if he tried to do something, I'll just press it and you'll come in to stop whatever was happening," I pleaded. "Please,"

I looked into his eyes with sadness, and he just sighed.

"You know I can't resist your annoyingness," he groaned and scrubbed his face before digging into his pockets. He presents me with a small pair of two keys, making me smile.

"Thank you so much!" I squealed, making him chuckle stiffly under his breath. "See you soon!" Walking away and clutching the keys in my hand, as if it was going to disappear any second.

Today's going to be great! I smiled to myself.

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I was writing down notes in my booklet before there was a loud beep and my head snapped to the door to see a very grumpy Chris and blank-faced Francis. As I smiled them over, Francis plopped into his seat whilst Chris stormed out, without a word and I let out a sigh. When Chris left, Francis would usually let down his walls and relax.

"What was that all about?" Francis questioned with an arrogant smile, staring at me intently like he always did. I'm not sure why he did but I guess it couldn't be helped and besides, I didn't mind. His eyes, with yellow irises, looked beautiful, even with the walls of ice in them.

I sighed and then responded, "Well he isn't very happy about the surprise I'm going to give you."

He tilted his head in confusion but shrugged it off and continued to listen to me.

"But before that, I'm going to have to give you a final diagnosis, since I've found one and need to let you know" I announced.

"Final diagnosis?" he questioned still confused

"Yes." I started "As psychologists, we try to see if you have any mental or physical illnesses to make sure they can be accommodated and helped. Also, just to make yourself aware of it. It can help sometimes, and I have made one discovery." I finished looking up at him. I was a tiny bit nervous to confront him, but I convinced myself to be otherwise.