phan oneshots

are you insane like me? pt.1

It was my Senior year in high school. All I longed for was to graduate and go to college. I had a college fund that was enough to go the into Harvard but I wasn't interested in anything big. I just wanted to get an education. I was doing volunteer work to put on college applications, to make me look better. Me being crazy decided I was gonna volunteer at a nuthouse.

Yes, yes, I was going to care for patients in a mental hospital. Why did I think this was a good idea? I mean what if one of them stabs me? Chokes me? Completely murders me. It terrifies me but I'm doing it.

I was actually currently on my way there. It was only a 20 minute drive form my house and I would be there any second.

I pulled up into the parking lot and parked fairly close or the door. I got out and slid my phone into my pocket then walked in the front doors.

I walked up to the nice looking lady at the front desk. She was elderly but she looked sweet. I walked sup to her, smiling and she smiled back.

She put her finger on a clipboard in front of her and said "Just write who your in to visit, your name, and the time."

"I'm actually here for volunteer work." I smiled again, awkwardly this time.

"Oh. My bad dear, you must be Dan?"

"Yes that's me."

"Okay. You're gonna be working with Doctor Hoffman with a number of patients. You can take a seat and I'll call her in."

"Thank you." I said quietly and turned around to sit in the chairs near the door.

I got our my phone and checked my texts. My girlfriend, Cat, had texted me. 'Stay safe babe, I miss you already'

I smiled at the text and texted she'd back. 'I'll be safe, I promise.' I really loved her. She was amazing.

"Howell?" I heard a woman's voice say and looked up. A rather large woman with brown hair was standing in scrubs across the room. I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket and walked over to her.

"You must be Doctor Hoffman?" I asked and put my hand out for her to shake.

"Oh please, we're colleagues now, call me Jessica."

"Jessica," I smiled. "Got it."

"Dan, let me introduce you to patient number one. She lead me to the halls that were more directed in the back. "He's a handful. He requires a lot of work and he's not allowed out of his restraint jacket."

"Wow the jacket is so much are assuring that he's not gonna murder me." I said sarcastically.

"He's completely safe as long as you done touch any of his locks and don't go near his bed."

"Got it."

She opened a heavy metal door at the end of the hallway and after we got inside she closed it quietly. "Phillip." she said a bit loudly. I assumed she was talking about the tall man who was lying on the bed, facing the wall in the opposite direction from us, mumbling things to himself.

"Phillip." She said again.

"What do you want?"

"You have a new assistant."

He sat up and turned around as fast as a dart. He looked at me and stood up.  His entire top half was wrapped in restraints and he couldn't even move his fingers. He walked close to me, almost making me uncomfortable. He was stood only a centimeter away from me and got really close to my face with his own. He pulled back and put on a kind of psycho smile he turned to face Jessica with the same wicked look on his face. "Lovely." He said before turning around and doing a little spin, possibly a dance. He continued to do this and hummed to himself.

Jessica turned to face me. "A bell will find when he needs to take his medication. It's in the top shelf of his closet. If he denies it, call for me."

I nodded. Again, why did I think this was a good idea?

"When's its lunch time, you'll get a message over the intercom. Bring him out to the lunch room and that's when he's allowed to take off the restraints. He puts them right back on after he eats. If he needs to use the restroom you walk him there, its just down the hall. Never leave his side. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, if you need absolutely anything, call for me."

I nodded again and she walked out. I turned to Phillip and looked awkwardly at him dancing. He noticed me looking and stopped. He stared at me Manitoba straight face, after a moment, it curled up into a smile. The same wicked one from a moment ago.

He then leaped to the middle of the room and sat at one end of a small, white, circle table. I looked at him and waves lightly, sitting my stuff on a desk in the corner of the room. He turned to me again. "I want my psych talk now.

"Um, who gives you that?"

"You."

"I'm just a volunteer, I'm sorry. Should I call someone?"

"No. My Doctor gives it to me." He stood up and started walking towards me. He took the collar of my shirt a and smiled very close to my face. "You're my Doctor right now. You give me my psych talk. I want you to do it. Now." He pouted.

"Okay."

He threw his arms up in the air and smiled. "Wooh!" he sat down at the table again. "Sit, sit!"

I sat across from him, still kind of times and tried to smile at him.

"So how do these talks go?"

"I tell you everything that's wrong with me and then you tell me I need help and then I say nothing because I don't care.'

"Okay," I said with sweaty palms. "Tell me about yourself."

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