Tokyo Revengers Asylum

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ / ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ

He smirked at you and crouched down to your level. "C'mon.. Let's get you fixed." He sighed and heaved you up. Guess you didn't really have much of a choice.

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Dr. S dragged you away from Baji's cell and into a room sort of off of the main hallway. He gave you ice and gave you a weird look. "Who'd you just come out of?" "Baji..." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He then walked over to a cabinet and shuffled through it. "You want concealer?" He turned around, with a lazy look on his face, holding a bottle. You shook your hand signaling that you were fine. "...Really? Alright fine. Your next ones are gonna use that against you..." He shrugged and went to put it away when he stopped. "Annnd just so you know, there are bruises that look like a hand soooo.." He shoved it back in the cabinet and looked back at you. "I-I know.." Your hand was shaking so you sighed and shifted in your seat, raising your leg to rest on your knee. "I'm fine though." You huffed. Ow.

"No you're not stupid." He deadpanned and your guilt showed a bit. "Listen kid. You can't just go in there, for any reason, thinking that you're made of steel." He sat down in front of you, and it was almost as if he was lecturing and fourth grader. "I might be. You don't know that." You turned your head away from him and he sighed. The sigh turned into a groan as he started to go up and lean back in his chair. He then started to do his little habit of turning the imaginary screw. "Do you wanna know what I mean? Keisuke helped in the accidental murder of a man, he commited arson on a car that wasn't even his, and thanks to an event that he won't tell us about, he can't even be in the same room with a needle." He looked at you with an unemotional and bored look. "And obviously he has the capabilities to kill another person just by holding them with the right motivation." He gestured to your stinging limb that attached your head to your shoulders. You scowled at the wall knowing he was right.

"Ok maybe I went in a tiny bit over confident, but I'm sure it'll even out!" You grinned and held your ankle pretty tight to stop your hand from shaking. He stared at you blankly. "Dumb. Dumb as hell." He deadpanned and stood up. He paced the room then groaned again. "Whaaaat-?" You asked him because he was most likely trying to figure out a way to knock some sort of fear or just plain old sense into your skull. "I'm trying to find out how to make someone unstupid." He moved his hand to his chin and looked like a detective trying to figure out a case. "I'm not stupid!" "Really? Who's your next page? And without telling me, how do you think you're going to consult them." His eyes burned holes into you and you huffed again. "Fine!" You stood up and tried to leave, but he grabbed your collar and shoved you back in the chair, which earned a hack from you.

"I didn't say go anywhere dipshit-! God damn. You know what? Fine. Don't look at the freaking page." He moved his hand from his chin to his forehead. "I swear to god you're worse than that red haired idiot.." "Who?" "No one." He snapped his head back to you and thought for a brief moment again. "Does it still hurt?" You nodded your head signing that it kinda did still. "Alright... Go to your next patient or two and then don't come in tomorrow." Your jaw dropped. "Why?!" "If I see you come in tomorrow, I'll grab your damn face, shove you into a cab, and send you the fuck home, got it?" He got pretty angry at your attempted and sad retort. You did not want to comply at the slightest, but given that he was practically your boss, you had to. "Fine." You dropped your head in defeat which was a bad idea. You were about to stand up to leave when he stopped you again. Not by dragging you back into a chair by your collar, but he just stopped you.

"One warning though." He was looking at a wall with pictures of maybe past doctors and grinned evilly. "Be prepared to break a rib around Tiger, the Dragon, and the Hyena." He held up two fingers and you hit your head on the wall. "I haven't died yet so how are they gonna be that bad-?" You looked at him through your hair again and you saw a shimmer of his glasses moving in a motion that you could only recognize as him throwing something at your head. "Wha- Ow!!" "WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST TALK ABOUT?!" "I'm going, I'm going, I'll be careful..." You whimpered and ran out. You rubbed your head when the door closed. "Crazy son of a bitch." You swore to yourself and sighed. You fixed your collar so it covered most of the forming bruises and pulled your board out of your coat.

You smacked your face with it and set it back down like you were a sane and normal person. How was this only your third day on the job? Anyways, you skipped past the eight other pages and started reading.