Doctor Annabelle (GxG)

part 3

In 20 minutes Gerald sent me the results and I looked through them

"She has a lot of drugs in her system. She is gonna have to stay here and get clean"

Valentina looked down. She had accepted her fate when she saw there was no escape. It was better for both of us.

"Okay. I will bring her stuff"

"No need. Patients here get uniforms. You do not need to bring her anything. You can come for visits"

"What about my phone?"  Valentina asked already knowing the answer to that question.  She huffed looking defeated

"Just sign these papers and everything will be ready. We will be responsible for her for the next 12 weeks. If she is not better by then, 12 more weeks will be added"

I'm lying. She will be sent to psych ward because of her anger issues that are probably a danger to other people.

George knew there was no hug coming his  way when he signed the papers. He left with a soft goodbye. As much as I disliked the man, i understood how he felt.

"Let me show you where you will be staying. Are you affected by space differences?" I inquired showing her the way

She does not like small spaces. I guessed waiting for her response.

"Yes, i'm claustrophobic"

I'm too good at reading people.

"Ok. How old are you?"

"I recently turned 18"

"Okay."  I was not going to have a conversation with a high teenager so i kept quiet, humming and answering her childish questions

"Here" i opened the seeing Marilyn inside. She had just finished putting all the necessities.

"Get some rest. I will see you tomorrow"

"Uh okay"she looked really embarrassed about the drug addiction problem but I was not going to judge her.

My guess is she had no idea what she took and it was not an everyday thing. She just had bad luck that the day she got high, her father brought her in. My biggest concern was her suicidal problem. Did she want to be saved? How long before she tries to take away her life, again?

I went back to my work settling back in my routine leaving work and got home. I settled on a new book flipping through pages and living my life through pages

I had not dated anyone for two years. My last break up was messy and living in books made my already high standards higher because I was a sucker for science fiction and dark romance. Where have you ever heard of vampires being poor?

I slept around 11 and woke up following my routine up till lunchtime when Valentina knocked on my door. I liked that show of respect very much.

Muttering a soft come in, i looked at the girl wearing a gray shirt and white shorts with tennis shoes. Her hair was in a bun that was not that neat. She sat on the chair looking at me trying to study me.

"Can i see your nails" i asked

"No hello Valentina how was your night?" she scoffed and I knew right away what type of drama she was trying to start.

Unfortunately for her, I was not the one.

"You have to earn my politeness" i said looking at the fingers in front of me that had small  nails colored in black

I took out a nail clipper and cut all of them. She grabbed her hands back glaring at me but I ignored it.

"I'm pretty sure all therapists are supposed to be nice"

"I'm a psychiatrist and like i said, earn my respect."

"Okay sure." 

I studied her movements as she looked around my office

"You are a neat freak" she said looking around again

"What is that?" I knew very well what she meant but we had to get to friendlier grounds first. That meant having conversation.

"Those people who are overly clean and neat with everything. I have never really met someone as this clean" she looked comfortable

Valentina was playing at something. The new behavior was not a surprise to me. My patients spend nights thinking of ways to get out and they figured acting like you are okay will help them leave soon. Fake it until your psychiatrist believes it.

They were so wrong

"How are you feeling right now?" I asked watching her pause then she answered with certainty

"I feel okay. Honestly I understand why I'm here and I'm grabbing this opportunity to get better" she gave me a fake smile, she was trying too hard.

"How are you feeling right now" i asked again watching her look at me like I'm crazy

" i said I'm fine"

"How are you feeling right now" i asked again and she twitched

"Lady i just fucking answered that and I know damn well your weird freak ass heard me the first time" she stood up

Valentina was a rude brat of a child but that was not a mental disorder so she was gonna have to fix her attitude before I do it for her.

It did not help that I was used to rich teenage patients who were raised by strict parents. They were tamed and sophisticated unlike Valentina.

"How are you feeling right now?"

"I'm feeling so irritated by you right fucking now because you acting dumb." Sha snapped and that was a mistake. If only she knew what I was capable of.

"Okay." I said making a mental note. I wrote notes down after the patient left because having someone write down the things you are saying makes you feel like a project. My patients were never projects to me

They are people who need someone to listen to them and understand them. Someone who id not going to judge them but help them. My job was to make the things in their head feel less burdening and straighten it out for them. A mind is the darkest place a human was given, it's truly a curse because it controls people

You can not stop your mind from thinking whatever it settles on and that can fuck you up. Not having control over your own thoughts was the worst challenge

"Do you think you need me?" I asked cutting off the insults she was throwing at me

"No, I really don't"

"So you got it? That's truly great. You can go back to your room." I said taking out files and ignoring her altogether as she muttered some profanities

She stormed out of my office looking angry. Valentina wanted someone to listen to her. She was used to people taking her bullshit but never looking deep down to discover all the things she did were not what she wanted. She had to act a certain way and half the time she did not know what to do with herself.

I was only collecting as much information as I can from her before our real sessions start. I had to know what I'm dealing with. Everything I did was well thought and planned so i needed to have the upper hand, always.

I was going to help Valentina and go back to my old routine because this was making me unhappy. I did not like the idea of stressing about someone like i used to do. Before I loved helping but then I could not live a life for my patient. They have to want to get better and i would just be there to push

My plan was to help Valentina to a better stage then transfer her to another psychiatrist. Just save her from her suicidal mindset then someone else would help her with the rest

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