Lyanna

Chapter 1

"Dreams about the patient in room number 9."I quoted out loud what patient number 10, Archer, had just said.

"Scalding dreams." Archer added.

"Mr Archer, I am your doctor and my job is to check that you are in good health. If you need to talk about your mental health, I would advise you to see Dr Scott."

"Scott, Doctor? He's pretty tough, even for me."

Archer was one of my favourite patients, I admit. He was in his 50s and especially gentle with me. Unfortunately, the same was not true of his colleagues.

From what I read in the report that was written by the person who was in my place before me, Archer had mental problems. He had dreams about the parallel world, as he calls it. In detail, the parallel world is the afterlife. In this case, Archer sees beyond our life with every person who dies. Which implies that if not every minute then every five minutes.

He has aggressive reactions so the authorities decided it would be best for him to keep him locked up here. Where he can't hurt anyone or scare anyone.

After I finished attending to Archer, it was my lunch hour. Usually a routine appointment lasts 30 minutes but for him I needed to take 1 hour. And by that time it was nearly 2pm.

None of my colleagues were in the canteen except the psychologist. Dr Scott.

"Doctor." I greeted him passing in front of the table.

"Doctor." He greeted me back. "Make yourself comfortable. I won't be long."

I put the tray with my lunch down on the table and take my place in front of it.

Doctor Scott had a unique beauty. His hair was a shade of chocolate brown, short but you could tell it was curly. His eyes were small but they enchanted everyone just by looking at them. An almost emerald green. His lips were wide but not too thick. There was a big difference between the top and the bottom.

"I wanted to discuss with you about patient number 9. Archer."

"Archer Bunnie?" he asked, to which I confirmed.

"He was in my office this morning and told me about a dream he'd been having about his colleague in room number 10."

"Why, Dr Miller? That means Giselle will pass away then."

"No." I denied it with my head. "You don't understand. He had dreams, hot ones." I whispered the last word to make sure that no one in the house could understand. I whispered the last word to make sure no one in the canteen could hear what Dr. Scott chuckled lightly.

"Do you want me to make an appointment with him to check if everything is ok?" he questioned.

"If you could." I took a fork to my mouth. "It's not common for Archer to have dreams except with his normal." He confirmed my proposal to which I thanked him and I ended up getting up saying goodbye to him.

"Doctor?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"No need to call me Doctor or Scott all the time. Harry is enough." he said to which I nodded and made my way back to the office to continue tending to the rest of the patients.