I could see how sad Avriel was. I knew he wanted Scott. No one should ever be away from their lover that long. The pain in Avriel's heart must've broken him. I've never seen someone so broken before. I intended on letting Avriel see Scott again.
I went to our receptionist, Alexa. "Hi, Mitch." She greeted me.
"Hi, Alexa. I need a favour."
"What is it?" She asked.
"Is it possible if you could get contact information for a man named Scott Hoying?" I responded with my question. "I'm sure he's in our files."
"No problem." With a few clicks on her computer, she began printing a sheet of paper. "Here you go." She passed it to me. "Do you mind me asking what this is for?"
"I need to speak to him. That's all." I responded and she went back to working. I walked back to my office. I picked up my phone to call him. I entered his number and waited for a response. It went to voicemail. I tried three more times and got no success. I placed my phone down and almost instantly, it rung. I picked up. "Hello, Mr Hoying?"
"Yes, who is this?" He questioned. I sighed in relief, thank goodness it was him.
"I'm Dr Grassi from the Tranquillity Mental Institution. I'm calling to talk to you about Avriel Kaplan." I answered his question.
"Is he ok?" He instantly spoke, worry and panic clear in his tone. I could tell he was concerned.
"He's fine. He's fine. He just...misses you." I reassured him. "I was wondering if you could come and see him."
"Absolutely!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I'm available in two days. Can I come then?" He asked.
"Perfect," I answered.
"Oh, I can't wait to see him again." I could hear his excitement.
"Well, I'll see you then." I ended the phone call. That was settled.
I sat down at my desk and opened up the file and read through every detail, to make sure I knew everything about Avriel. As I read, there was a knocking at my door. "Come in," I shouted. The door opened and it was Dr Olusola. "Hi, Kevin."
"Hi, Mitch. I just came by because I forgot to give you something." He walked further into my room and placed a box of coloured pencils and a small teddy bear on my table. I looked up at him with pure confusion. "They belong to Benjamin."
"Why doesn't he still have these?" I asked.
"Treats and toys get taken away when children do not behave properly." He responded coldly. Almost as if he were a villain. "I'll see you later."
