Synesthesia (REVAMPED)||Phan AU [COMPLETED]

16. Moving On.

May 4th, 2012|Dan's POV

(don't start the music until it says so!)

"So, Dan, you picked up your prescription yesterday, correct?" My therapist asked as we walked into his office, him flipping through a few pages in his notebook. 

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't pick them up sooner. I was really busy these past few days." I say as we sit down at his long table. I never really liked going to the therapist, it gives me a weird feeling.

"Do you mind me asking why you were so busy?" Dr. Hulse asked, writing down a few notes.

"I was just, working on a painting." I respond, messing with my jacket. 

"Of what?" 

I gulp at that question.

"M-My, boyfriend." I say, trying not to keep eye contact with him.

"Ah, I see. Who is this lucky gentleman, if I may ask?" 

"H-His name is Phil, and he's probably the coolest guy ever."

"How does he make you feel? Color-wise?" He asks, writing down a couple more notes.

God, I could go on for days about how I felt for Phil. There were so many words and colors I could use to describe him.

"He makes me feel reds, oranges, and yellows. I try to figure him out but he always has something up his sleeve. He's like a sunset, and just like every sunset I see, I fell in love." I ramble, Dr. Hulse furiously writing down notes.

"That's sounds lovely. Does he know about your disorder?" He asks, putting his notebook down and looking directly at me. I have yet to look up at him.

"Y-Yeah, he found out when.."  I trail off, should I tell him about what happened the night I had that panic attack?

"When?" He pushes, making me extremely uncomfortable.

"When I had a panic attack. We were at a club, and the colors were too overwhelming, so I ran out, and he chased after me. I broke down and told him everything." I spew out, trying to get as much weight off my chest as possible. His jaw slowly drops.

"Daniel, I told you that you shouldn't go into loud public places like that until you were prescribed your pills and showed signs that the pills were working." He says in disappointment, the stress was obvious in his voice. Dr. Hulse has always had quite the anger issues.

"I'm sorry! I was pressured into going by his dickhead boyfriend." I nearly snap, almost standing up out of frustration.

"I thought you said that you and him were dating?" He asked, winding down a bit, I doing the same.

"He used to have a terrible boyfriend before an incident happened, but I'd rather not get into it." I snap, this time, keeping direct contact with him.

"Daniel, it's my business if it's affecting your disorder." He replies, keeping direct eye contact with me as well. Yes, our incident did involve my disorder, but I would rather not recall those awful memories of Steven.

"You know what, our appointment is almost over, I need to get going. We can talk about it at our next meeting." I made up the excuse before standing up and walking towards the door. 

"Wait." I stop in my tracks and turn to face him.

"Uh, yeah?" I question, before he stands up.

"Make sure you take one pill every morning and afternoon. At our next appointment, we'll see whether or not we need to up the dosage." He says, putting his tiny notebook into his jacket pocket. "Have a good day, Daniel."