Therapy & Questions

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Tobio is sitting on the opposite side of Dr Nakamura, board and pen resting on the table.

"So, Kageyama, how have you been?" Okay. "Had any nightmares recently?" the therapist has his notebook out, documenting Tobio's responses and behaviors down.

No, he lies, and the doctor believes him. "That's good. Did you take the sleep medication last night like you're supposed to?" Yes.

"What about the things you've been seeing? The hallucinations?" No, he lies. As if he'd tell him the truth, Nakamura will probably put him on a bunch of pills or send him to some sort of psychiatric facility if he told the truth about the hallucinations, let alone what had really happened to him.

"That's excellent, they must've been from some kind of response to what had happened after the months. And your eating? How is that going?" Good, which is the truth. He has been eating pretty good.

"And did you by any chance see the person who had taken you? At all?" No, I was blindfolded the whole time. That was another lie, Tobio could remember it's face as clear as day. It haunts his dreams when he sleeps.

He didn't understand the point of these questions, Nakamura had asked him the same exact questions since his first appointment. Maybe he's hoping for a different answer?

"And what have you been eating the whole time you were in the forest?" Canned food, that was true, it had tossed him a can of food, once a day, every day, that he'd bash against a rock to get open.

"Was there anybody else with you?" No. If there was, he would have said so, right?

"Is there a reason why you're not using your words?" God, his voice sounds so condescending and annoying. Yes. "And why is that?" Don't want to.

"Is there a reason for that?" Tobio didn't actually know the reason. All he knew is that he couldn't talk. Don't know. I mean that's true, as he really didn't know. It was just a weird hunch.

"Uh huh, interesting," the doctor says as he's writing it down. Kageyama didn't know why he's writing it down if they're being recorded anyway.

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