Illusion // Jelix

Part Five

Before entering Seàn's room after lunch I ran into that woman.

"Hey Felix," She smiled, "Coming back from lunch?"

I smiled and nodded.

"I never got your name?"

"You can just call me Dr. Patrice."

She rustled through her black purse for a moment.

She pulled out the same pad of paper as a bit ago.

"A new chat we had."

As I looked down at the paper I heard her high heels click away.

I was deadly uncertain of whether I am to read this or not.

But I do.

How are you today?
Frightened.

Have you ever felt not frightened recently?
Sort of.

How so?
Felix.

Oh yeah?
Yeah. He makes me feel good and warm.

Good and warm?
Yeah.

Have you seen Anti recently?
Don't say his name.

I'm sorry. But do you?
I have. I always do.

What does he say or do?
Things.

Like?
You don't need to know.

Okay Seàn. I hope you continue to feel good and warm.
Me too.

I place the paper in my pocket and smirk slightly.

He feels good and warm around me.

Frightened.
No.
Happy.

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It was time to have the doctor come pay Seàn a visit.

She entered the room.

Sharing a vibe of disgust around us.

She sat on the bed and huffed. I scooted away from her to give her more room.

Seàn gulped, he was clearly nervous.

"Seàn can you please share with me how you are with your stomach and temperature?" She asked very precise.

As expected, there was no given response.

"Uh sorry but Se-" I tried to explain.

She glared at me, "I'm sorry sir but it is his job he can speak for himself."

"Actually that's where you're wrong.."

She rolled her eyes and looked at Seàn.

She pulled out a needle, "This here is just going to test your blood pressure."

His eyes widened and backed away from her. He seemed to be mesmerized by the sharp object. Not in a good way at least.

"Stop, you're scaring him." I said firmly.

She growled, "This man is an insane man. He has no idea of his own damn emotions. He doesn't know of happiness, fear, sadness, anger, anything. His is just some weak minded mad man. Now let me do my job."

Seàn started hyperventilating.

"Seàn is not unemotional."

"Fine. His mindset mainly consists of fear and depressing thoughts."

Without hesitation she rolled up Seàn's sleeve and placed the needle in. His eyes still wide and soulless began to fill with salty clear tears.

I couldn't watch.