Dog Days

Chapter 57

When we get to the therapy office, I check in and take a seat next to Hela and Odin. After a few minutes, Doctor Banner steps out of the office and smiles at me. I stand and start towards him "Hey, Thor. You're looking well."

Hela is on her toes, immediately, only to ask him "Are you his therapist?"

He holds out his hand to her and speaks softly "I'm Doctor Banner, yes."

I sigh "That's my sister, Hela. She wants to talk to you about something, apparently."

He gives me a short nod, before turning to her and asking "Let me get Thor settled in, and I'll be back, alright?"

She gives him a soft smile and he steps aside to allow me to walk down the hallway. As we walk down the hall, he asks "Any idea what she wants to talk to me about?"

I shake my head as I step into his office "No clue."

He shrugs, before asking "Would you like a drink?"

I furrow my brow and ask "You mentioned coffee, last time?"

He motions be over to this mini fridge next to his desk. It has a coffee maker and electric kettle on top, along with mugs and sugar.

He pulls out a box of coffee "You're not allergic to nuts, are you?"

I shake my head and he puts a pod in the machine. I grab this white mug with a red interior, and put it under the machine.

He takes in a deep breath and asks "Do you take creamer?"

I furrow my brow and ask "Do you have any?"

He opens the fridge and states "Just almond milk caramel, is that fine?" I nod and he hands it over. As soon as my coffee is done, I add in the creamer and sugar, and stir on the way to the couch.

When I finally sit down, he smirks at me and asks "How have the new meds been working for you? You're only three days in."

I give him a tired smile "I've done a lot of napping. I have been feeling a little better." I smirk at myself and he gives me a look that suggests he's waiting for more information.

I awkwardly look away from him and he remarks "You seem a little nervous."

I bite my lip for a moment, before declaring "I don't really want to talk about the last couple of days."

He chuckles at me, softly "Why not?" I chuckle and he asks "Have you been satisfying yourself?"

He speaks with a overtone of professionalism that makes it seem clinical, so I reply "I have. I recently started to appreciate my scars." He smiles at me and I remark "I kinda like the way I look."

He smiles at me, softly "As you should." He looks me over, fondly "Any issues with your intimacy? Anything like erectile dysfunction or the inability to climax?"

I scoff, before reaching for the coffee mug "Just the opposite." I give him a confident smile "If anything, I just want more."

He furrows his brows and smiles "Alright. Well, how have you been sleeping?"

I furrow my brow and declare "I haven't dreamt in the past three nights. I sleep like a brick."

He gives me a soft smile "And the painkillers?"

I give him a tired smile "I don't take them anymore. So far, I've been doing just fine."

He furrows his brow and asks "I have to ask, now. How often have you been masturbating, since you've been off the painkillers?"

I furrow my brow and ask "Full honesty?" He gives me a short nod, before I declare "I spent all of yesterday, alone, and I was pretty active."

He gives me a short nod, before setting his notebook aside and asking "How often did you keep going because you were actually horny?" I set my jaw and he asks "Or were you pushing yourself to do more, because you wanted to hit another orgasm, to release the natural dopamine in your brain?"