Chapter 6: The Psychiatrist

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You couldn't just forget about what happened the day before and act as if it never happened! You've been getting tired and drowsy all day. You've forgotten about the pills! You'd run out and decided to go out and get some.

"Brahms!" You called out, and when he appeared, he tilted his head to the side, which you thought was adorable. "I need to get some pills." You explained. "I'll be back in an hour." You knew what would happen after you said that and you were correct.

He growled lowly, making you look at him with an unreadable expression. "You won't be leaving the house..." "Do you want me to look like one of those people who wakes up drowsy and with bags under their eyes?" You asked, one hand on your hip, smirking at the man. "I bet you don't... after all, you care about me don't you?"

You interrogated him, your eyes pleading with him. He gave you a few minutes of his attention before deciding to let you out. You comforted him by holding his hand and assuring him that you would not abandon him like the others had. But before you could leave, he embraced you in a big bear hug. He remarked, "You better come back.." He trusted you because you were his soulmate. It's just him.

"Yes, of course Brahms." You exclaimed happily before going outside the mansion to get some pills.

You walked for a few minutes before entering a nearby hospital in search of a psychiatrist to help you with your nightmares. You wanted to know who this man was. What if they think you're having a nervous breakdown?! Or do they believe you're insane?

When you arrived at this local hospital, you were greeted by a nurse who looked up from her computer and offered to assist you.

"Hello! Is there anything you might need?" She inquired, her gaze falling on yours. "Ah, yes, I'm here to see a psychiatrist about something that has nothing to do with you; is there anyone available right now?"

She gave you a look before saying, "There is, his name is Hannibal Lecter."

"Oh, well! I've never heard of him, but he seems to be adored by a lot of people." You said, suddenly taking an interest in the conversation. "Sure, he is!" she exclaimed as she led you to his office.

You carefully examined the hospital, and you will agree that it was well designed. You walk through the halls beside her, the silence never breaking.

However, as soon as you both arrived at his office, she abruptly stopped walking, causing you to collide with her back. Before getting back up, you muttered. "Watch where you're going."

She knocked three times on the door, hoping to get a response. A muffled voice was heard behind the door after a few moments of silence. "You may enter." The nurse opened the door for you. "Good luck." She said quietly, giving a thumbs up and a smirk.

You took a seat in the nearest chair available and waited patiently for him to look up from his work. "It's F/N. F/N L/N. I'm here to buy some hypnocil pills, if you have?" You inquired and he nodded, "Oh yes, we do, my name is Hannibal Lecter, as you're probably aware by now; could you tell me what's giving you nightmares?"

"Of course, I've been getting them," you said, crossing your legs. "If I had to describe it, it would be a burnt demon wearing a striped sweater and a fedora on his head, trying to kill me. I should go ahead and find another psychiatrist if you think I'm insane." You added, glaring at him. He cuts you off, saying, "Calm down, I believe you."

"Well, I certainly didn't expect you to believe me that easily, but I'm glad to know I've found a better psychiatrist than last time." You grumbled. "Moreover, he could murder you. Considering you don't live in Spring Woods, I'm surprised he's after you." He said, his words traced seriousness.

He saw how calmly you handled it and decided to reassure you by saying, "Do not fret, dear F/N." He added, giving you a closed-eye smile, "As long as you take the pill regularly, you'll be safe away from him."

You smiled back, "Thank you, doctor Lecter." As you stood up to leave his office. "Please call me by my first name." He said, and you waved back. When you returned from your journey, you were greeted with a hug. Who knew Brahms would miss you so much?

"You returned, how was it...?" Brahms inquired, concerned. "It was fine Brahms." You replied, ruffling his hair before smiling. Brahms was satisfied and decided to put you to bed, despite the fact that you were exhausted.

Either way, the world changes when eyes meet.

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