His Desires

Chapter 10: Broken Hearts

So this chapter has quite alot of dialogue, which I'm sorry btw. It's kinda vital for the story.  Anyway, keep on voting people and please some comments would be great, thank you little Mexicans!

                  

"Your blood pressure is very low, that may explain your accident on floor one earlier before," Bailey, or as in Doctor Bailey tells me after writing down my results on her little notepad.

Out of nowhere, she pulled out a large brown satchel and here we are, set up like a miniature doctor clinic on Victor's leather suede. She pulls out a stethoscope and places it on different parts of my chest and back, moving after she tells me to breathe in and out.

"You're quite fit, Amalia. Very strong lungs you have – how many times do you exercise throughout the week?" She asks me.

"Almost every day, it takes my mind off things."

"I see . . ." Dr Bailey writes on her notepad again and looks down at me and smiles.

Is something funny?

"I'm going to be straight with you Amalia." Her optimistic attitude sudden wiped clean. She sits on the coffee table in front of me, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "You suffered from a mild case of depression a little while back. Your mother's absence seemed to have taken a toll on you as a child. Although it may seem, the likelihood of whether your mother would ever come back continues to play a constant loop in the back of your mind - of course you'll never admit that out loud."

Her blatant scrutiny makes my fist clench the seat beneath my thighs. I'm not sure whether to feel angry at her invasion of privacy, or pissed off that she can announce it like I'm her biology project.

"How does this have anything to do with a checkup?" I reply calmly, while trying to control the inner reigns of my anger.

"Don't be offended, Amalia. I'm here to help you. I've already read your file; Amalia Erickson, daughter of Camilla Roosevelt and Michael Erickson. You were born on September 11th, 1996 in Sunnyvale Private Hospital at 8:24pm. You attended Sunnyvale State High School and graduated, with a dux in all subjects. Very bright and sophisticated, you applied to be an engineer or a pilot in the air force. Seemingly, you very much like fitness and took an interest in personal training. Have I missed anything so far?" Dr Bailey stares at me expectantly.

"You missed the part where I'm gonna kick you in the face, if you don't tell me what I want to know."

And, she's lost it.

"Where did you get my information? This shit isn't on public fucking record, I'm not available on Google search engines, so step the fuck down, Doctor." I snap, waiting for my frantic heart beat to slow down.

"I am a Doctor therefore I simply have access to files, especially since Dr Garcia, has many notes of her meetings with you." She tentatively answers, after a short moment of silence elapsed.

Great. Of course my shrink a.k.a, Dr Garcia Lopez would be mentioned; my psychologist of two years and ironically school counsellor. It's been years since I've seen her last, why does this all matter?

"You're missing the point, Doctor, I don't understand why your profiling me for a shrink session."

She laughs, the sound is purely gentle. Almost like a wind chime tinkling. "Although Victor said a 'check up' his vocabulary specifically stipulates all medical, and physical analysis. It's my protocol, especially when our contract enshrines exactly that."

Slowly, but surely, I can already feel my patience beginning to sizzle out. "Why?"

"As an employee, Fantasy can't be held accountable if any of the girls were to cause an incident. All girls are to be healthy both mentally and physically – but enough of that. Judging from your expression I can see what may have triggered your episode." She quickly rushes over to me and helps me lie down on the suede; I don't protest.