To Win a Painter's Heart

To Help Him

A/N: Hey there! Here's the next chapter! Please comment, seeing as this is the first time I've written for the public, please tell me how it is!

I, Dr. Fielding, sat in the big leather chair behind my desk, watching the door for my newest patient. From what I had heard he wasn't new to the hospital, but none of the other doctors could get him to speak, so many passed him off as broken. Suddenly the door closed, jerking me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a young man standing by the door. He was dressed in simple jeans and a comfy tee shirt. As I looked closer I saw he had a rather delicate face, half of which was covered by his shaggy brown hair.

"Come take seat," I said, gesturing towards the big comfy arm chairs sitting near the fireplace. A warm fire flickered merrily in its hearth. I watched as he looked at me, then walked slowly and tentatively towards the chairs. The cautious glance he had spared me allowed me to note that his eyes were a striking shade of blue. He sat down rather cautiously, like the chair was going to bite him or something. I wrote this down on my notepad and walked over the plush carpet to the other chair.

Before I sat down I asked, " Would you like something to drink? I have milk, lemonade, coke, sprite, and cranberry juice." He shook his head, no. 'He still looks really uncomfortable.' I thought as I sat down in the plush leather chair, setting my notepad on my lap, pen in hand.

"Are you sure that I can't get you anything?" Once again he shook his head. "Okay, if you're sure. Now lets begin!" I watched as his eyes took on a dark look and his face went completely blank. "So, your name is Alec'zander Bane, correct?" This time he nodded to confirm this, but the only thing that was frustrating me is that he wasn't giving me a reaction. I shook my head and wrote on my notepad: Is not allowing himself to show emotions, need a reaction to help him.

'So, let's cut to the chase.' "Alec'zander can you tell me the reason why you were emitted to this institution?" I suppose the question caught him off guard because his eyes went wide like a deer in the headlights. Then his face went blank again as he regained his lost composure. He slowly shook his head.

I let out a breath. "Listen Alec'zander you need to talk to me or at the very least give me a reaction. Please can you do that much at least? I'm here to help you." I looked down surprised at my own outburst. The room settled into uncomfortable silence, the only sound was the merry crackling sounds that came from the fire. It must have been several minutes before I heard him sigh. I looked up, startled by how broken it sounded how resigned.

The look on his face caught my attention, it was like he was fighting a massive war. Resolve won, then he looked me dead in the eye and said, "It's not my fault!" and burst into tears.