Wicked Souls

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The male nurse immediately grabbed me once again, preventing me from trying to walk off once again. He was going to make sure that I remained in place and that I wouldn't be going anywhere. The head therapist then looked over at the male nurse who had been holding me, and with a simple head nod, he gave the nurse a signal that said that he was going to take care of me from there.

"Alright..." The male nurse nodded before letting go of me, he seemed to take the hint that the main therapist wanted to take a look at me and talk to me himself. He knew that he was going to take over from here, and so with that, he released his grip on me. Which left me in the sole custody of the head therapist Dr Harrow. He proceeded to walk towards me as he looked directly at me once more.

"Now... how about we go talk somewhere more private...? I heard that you were being quite disruptive just now..." He spoke calmly, not in a strict and threatening manner, but rather gently and politely. His tone came across as very approachable and non-confrontational. He was simply going to try and figure out what the reason was behind my recent outburst.

"I rather not since you left me and didn't speak to me for 5 weeks," I looked up at him.

"Oh...." The instant I said that he understood why I might have been acting out right now. He had a clear reminder that it had been nearly five weeks since he had last seen or talked to me. He was confused as to the reason why, but now with this new piece of information, he figured that I might have been still frustrated and annoyed about his absence.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I announced.

"I know..." He spoke in a gentle and reassuring tone, trying to clarify the situation. "You didn't do anything wrong..."

"However..." He began to speak once more, trying to explain something.

"You are a busy person I get it. If you were so busy you shouldn't have taken me as one of your patients. By the way, I will find a way to leave this place one way or another," I said loudly before walking off.

He seemed to pause, he saw how I started to walk off. Before he stepped in front of me, so I couldn't leave the building.

"No..." He tried to stop me by stepping in my path. "You can't leave..."

"Why not? I might as well go down the road as what my Dad did," I argued back.

He saw how I mentioned something about my father and the road. He took a moment to process that as he realized the implication behind my words.

"No... don't do that..." He spoke up after realizing exactly what I meant. "You can't just go and walk down the road like your father..."

"Who's going to stop me?" I folded my arms and looked up at him.

"Me..." He spoke up after a brief pause, realizing that if I was to try and go down the road, he'd stop me and prevent me from doing so.

"Sure, you're probably too busy to even try,".

"...I'm not too busy..." He spoke up quietly and he then took a step closer to me.

"I... don't want you to hurt yourself or do something you might regret..."

"Liar," I retaliated. 

"I'm not..." He began to speak again, now looking at me in a more concerned manner. He was taking me seriously when I mentioned my father and the road. He knew I was serious about it and that I wasn't just being playful.

"I'm not lying, I care... I don't want you to do something reckless..."

"You don't care, no one cares in this place. You left me for weeks thinking I did something wrong, I'm the one who needs to be fixed. That wasn't fair on me, to be left like that,".

He took a deep breath as he heard all of this, I was right. He had left me by myself for 5 weeks. That wasn't exactly fair on me... and he felt at fault for it.

"I do care..." He finally admitted, not wanting to hide his true feelings anymore, since he knew that this was not how he wanted things to progress with me. Maybe he hadn't been all that considerate of me, but he had ended up caring about me.

"I... do care..." He repeated himself as he realized that he couldn't just keep on hiding his feelings. I was right, he hadn't been fair to me by leaving me for 5 weeks on my own, but he had ended up caring about me... he didn't want things to be like this with me... he wanted to fix things...

He took another step closer and spoke to me gently and softly.

"I want things to be better between us... and if I have to spend more time with you, then I shall... because I do care about you... that's not a lie..."

"And I don't want you going down that road... I want you to be safe.. and if I have to be around all the time for that, then so be it. So please... let me help you..."

I listened to his words, tears fell down my face, and I slowly nodded.

The moment that I nodded, he felt a sense of relief wash over him as he gently placed his right hand on my shoulder in a reassuring manner.

"Now..." He began to speak up again before taking another slow step forward...

"Let's go..." He proceeded to say before offering his hand out to me, clearly inviting me to take his hand. It seemed that he was going to make sure to be around more often now with me to make up for when he had left me alone before...

I gently held his hand.