anathema :: joshler

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"tyler joseph?" the receptionist called. tyler raised a hand and stood up, still being eyed by the two men. "go through there please, through those doors and to the left. someone will be there to show you around and take you to your doctor." tyler huffed and rounded the leather sofas, pushing a door that said to be pulled and blushing as the other people in the room tried to hold in laughter. he soon found the person; a man with a shaved head and a kind smile. he held his hand out to be shaken, to which tyler flinched and refused.
"hi, you must be tyler?" the man said. another young boy, around the same age as tyler, with blue hair and a nose piercing stood beside him. he looked anxious.
"yep."
"would you like to follow me?"
"not really."
"well, uh, you may have to." he scratched the back of his head.
"i don't know you."
"my names carl. you're tyler. now we're not strangers anymore, and we're running out of time, so if you'll follow me?"
tyler did as he was told and followed carl into a plain white room with hooks on the wall.

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"this is josh, he's a new patient here and needs to see carl. do you know here he is?" one of the men asked another worker in the room.
"just down the hall, outside room 6. you'll see him."
"thankyou, have a nice day." the man replied. after finding carl, he was told he had to wait for another patient to arrive.
tyler.
when he arrived, josh thought he was quite rude to the man. he refused his handshake and said he didn't want to follow him. josh was more polite than tyler.
they were taken into a white room with hooks on the wall.

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"josh, can you please go behind that divider over there. i need you to take off all items of clothing that could potentially be harmful. here is a list of things you need to remove." carl said, passing a laminated sheet. scarfs, necklaces, bracelets, socks, shoes, earphones and watches were all forbidden. "i also need you to remove that nose ring."
josh's tone suddenly snapped into something new. something angry. something un-josh-like. "why? what the fuck? are you serious? i'm not a fucking child anymore, this isn't schoo-"
"if you don't calm down, i'll have to call security, and we don't want that."
josh grunted and began to remove the nose ring, the only thing that made him feel like josh dun.

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tyler was waiting in another room due to josh's minor outburst. he was also half naked, and he had no idea why. he felt exposed.
"why the fuck have we gotta do this? why have we gotta get our fucking clothes off?" he questioned the poor man who had to watch him.
"it's to make sure you don't try anything. after all, we are here to try and stop you doing things you'll regret."
"well it's not working."

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the doctors appointment was scary. just as scary as all the other times they'd been, but this time there were more questions, more weird questions.
"how often to you urinate a day?"
"when was the last time you ate fruit?"
"do you eat breakfast?"
he obviously asked the obvious questions, such as 'how do you feel?' or 'what is going through your head?' but this was more serious and professional. the doctor wasn't particularly nice either. he stared through the top of his glasses with that evil gaze that makes you want to shrivel up into a ball and die.
"you will eat in a communal area rather than your room, and your meal times will be 8:15, 12:30 and 5:50. you will have individual or group therapy every day, and will have your free time from 6:30 onwards. i have prescribed you anti-depressants and painkillers for your leg, which your monitor will look after for you."
"thanks." tyler said, arms crossed.
"it's ok."
and tyler walked out, met his monitor, and went back to his
room. he then slept.

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josh's consultation was more or less the same. he could call his mom once a day and she could visit once every two weeks. his meal times were more or less the same times as tyler, coincidentally, and so were the therapy sessions.
they didn't know that of course. so far it was all confidential.
the doctors still didn't know about blurry. or josh's mood swings.
some things are best kept a secret.

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