Fury's Eclipse |

Two

"I'm cold, mum. I'm so, so cold." His lips trembled at the thought of hearing those words. "Mum!" Right at the moment when a tall figure closed in on him, he struck his eyes open and met the bright white light that was suddenly shun on his face.

"Get that out of my face!" He shouted in annoyance and thrust the light in the direction of his new therapist.

"Calm down." The man in his late 30's sighed and looked over at his watch with his tired eyelids weighing over his vision. "That's all for today I guess, your session is over now, you'll need to come at the same time in a week."

"Whatever." Fury grumbled loudly and picked up his things in a flash to get out through the gray door.

"Damien." The familiar man with graying hair and deep brown eyes crossed the room in a couple of strides towards Fury with a frown on his lips. "You done, son?" He pressed his shoulder firmly.

"Yes, dad." Fury gave a petite nod and scurried out of the building and into their Land Rover which was parked on the right. "Do I have to come to this place next week as well?"

"Well, if you don't want to, we can change to another therapist." He suggested the very same thing for the hundredth time.

"Then can we change it for next week?"

Mr. Julien Ross turned to his son then looked out his window with a sigh. "Sure, if that's what you want," then he turned back to him, "what kind of a therapist do you want? Are there any suggestions you want to give, so we don't have to keep changing it every time?"

"I don't want any therapy." He paused and smirked. "I don't need therapy."

"Damien, we've gone over this already. With your current state and reactions to your therapy, I really think you need it." He grabbed for his son's hand and pressed it firmly. "I'm doing this for your own good, I want you to have a comfortable life, where you're in control. I truly hope you understand me."

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"Sir, this is the last one I can suggest; we've searched the whole city and by far, we've been to the most successful to the most unnoticed hospitals and therapies. This one just opened a week ago, the owner is a young woman who was an assistant for the past two years in Russia, where she was born and raised. She's well known for her skills and achievements there, as you can see," the man in a sleek black suit handed Mr. Ross a folder which contained the latest updates and oldest history of Dr. Ivanov, "and although her background isn't all too rich, her work is really something to applaud of."

"Hmm, you think so, Harry?" Mr. Ross evaluated the file mindlessly with a frown etched onto his handsome face. "You think she can help my son and fix him?

"In my opinion, yes, sir, I believe so."

"When can we make an appointment?" He looked up to Harry who was expectantly waiting at his side.

"Possibly in two weeks time because she's just come back from Russia, I'm sure she'll need a little time to prep up her therapy practice and ready herself for young Mr. Ross."

"Alright then, I'll leave it all to you."