The Therapist ~ h.s.

prologue

"Here's your first patient's file, including his background, current mental state and some other information that could be of value for counselling. I think it's clear that I expect you to read this attentively, making sure you know everything in that file."

Hazel Clinton swallowed at Professor Mason's sharp tone. Her eyes were wide, taking in Mason's perfectly shaped nails pointing at the folder.

Hazel had always dreamed this moment, the moment of being assigned to her first patient. 

She bit her lower lip along with a nod of her head.

"Don't bite your lip, you're the therapist, you have to show determination and confidence.", the doctor whined, rolling her eyes. Hazel knew that Professor Mason didn't mean everything the way she articulated. She was the type of 'hard shell, soft core' woman. She had professionality when it came to business - she had to be neutral and unapprochable sometimes. Her job required this skill. 

Once again, Hazel swallowed. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to attempt that piece of work? Was she going to be a good counsellor? Would she be able to live up to Mason's expections?

She gathered all of her confidence and tilted her head up, facing her boss. Her long fingers gripped the filing folder, eyes sparkling with excitement, joy and thirst for something really big.

"I'm not going to dissapoint you, Professor Mason.", Hazel's lips curled into a smile. 

Professor Mason laughed. "I know, you always do a great job, whatever it is. And that's why you get this client as your first." With that, the professor left the room.

The junior doctor sighed. It was very unusual for a junior doctor to have a client. But exactly this made Hazel happy. She was doing a good job here, helping Professor Mason and she had a lot of knowledge when it came to people. That girl was predestinated to help people that struggled through life. And for a soon-to-be-doctor she had more experience in helping people than some 'real' doctors had.

That was obvious for the eye, not only Professor Mason saw this. At university, the lecturers were impressed with her skills and her grades.

She sat down on her office chair, running a hand through her brownish hair. She decided not to waste time and opened the folder. Any colour drained from her face when she looked at the cover sheet. 

That pen, she was had been holding in her right hand, suddenly dropped. 

With way too wide eyes and a shocked expression, she scanned through the folder, trying to find something that would proof wrong what she just had read. But the more she tried to look for another name or a mistake, the more realisation hit her.

Harry Styles, born 01.02.1994

Singer/member of "One Direction"

Therapist: Jr. Dr. Hazel Clinton under the special direction of Prof. Dr. Mason

Potential burnout syndrome (BOS); depression; feelings/state of anxiety