You were a therapist.
You mainly saw patients who had PTSD.
Of course, you also had the random patients.
When you got into the office, you turned to your secretary.
“What appointments do I have today, Susie?” you asked.
“One weird one,” she responded.
You looked up at her.
“You know I don’t approve of that word,” you scolded her.
“Sorry, Y/N,” she apologized, “It’s just that this patient wants a one time appointment and insists on keeping it off record.”
You mulled the idea over.
“We can do that,” you said, curious to who the patient could be.
Susie nodded.
“What time will he be coming?” you asked.
“!2,” she responded.
You checked the clock on the wall.
It was 11:45.
You went into your office to prepare.
You set up your chair and laid out your clipboard and pen.
At 11:59, Susie came in.
“He’s here,” she said.
“Send him in,” you nodded.
A man stepped into the room as she exited.
You held out your hand.
“Doctor Y/L/N,” you smiled.
“Doctor Banner. But you can call me Bruce,” he said, shaking it.
You sat in your chair.
“You can sit or lay down. Whatever makes you comfortable,” you told him.
He sat.
“Now talk to me,” you instructed.
He told you all about the lab accident.
He then went into detail about the Hulk and why he refers to him as “The Other Guy”.
He spoke about suicide attempts and saving people. You listened carefully.
“So what’s wrong with me, Doctor Y/L/N?” he asked, with a sigh.
“Seems to me like you just don’t discuss your feelings enough. You bottle it up, turning it into anger, and release it through violence,” you told him.
He blinked.
“It’s so simple,” he said.
The alarm went off.
“Our time is up,” you said.
“Thank you. Would you mind not telling anyone about this?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.
“Patient- Doctor confidentiality. Even if you only come one,” you smiled.
He smiled back and left.
After a moment, he walked back in and you looked up at him.
“Wanna meet for coffee sometime?”
