Michael's P.O.V.:
I finally arrived after 30 long minutes of driving here. I led myself inside and to the reception.
"Hello. Welcome to Lake View Mental Institution. How can I help you?", the lady in the front desk said.
"Oh, yeah, hi. I'm looking for Dr. Irwin.", I said looking around the room if he was anywhere in sight.
"I'm sorry, sir. Dr. Irwin was called to provide his services in another hospital for the day, therefore, he isn't here", she answered kindly.
"Oh, okay. Well...erm...would you tell me where I can find him?", I asked, kind of annoyed, since I drove here 30 minutes for nothing, and to soon find out that I had to drive another 45 five minutes.
"He's in Roller Ranger Mental Hospital, sir.", she said, once again with her kind voice.
"Okay, thank you.".
I got out of there, rushing towards my car. I needed to talk to him about something really important and I had to wait another 45 minutes or more, depends on many things. Traffic, if he isn't attending a patient when I get there... Many things.
I was so stressed by now that I needed to calm down a bit or else, something bad could happen. I turned on the radio and "Somewhere In Neverland" by All Time Low, was playing. "Awesome", I thought. Such a good song.
After almost an hour of driving, I reached the place. "Nice name", I thought, chuckling. The "...Mental Hospital" was a..."nice" touch. At least Lake View is called "...Mental Institution", I think it's more...sutil. Probably they provide different things, but I doubt it. Anyways, I walked inside the place and to the reception. I don't know why, my surroundings seemed a little bit familiar, but oh well. All of this places are the same. Full of...people with...you know.
"Hello, how can I help you?", the lady at the front desk asked me.
"Hey, I'm here to see Dr. Irwin.", I said looking at her while she was watching the computer in front of her.
"Oh, you have an appointment?", she said kind of surprised. Probably she thinks I have a problem? Well, judging me as a patient in one of this places wouldn't be hard because I dye my hair a lot. Not that I have any brain illnesses or anything, I just like my hair...colorful.
"Not really, I'm a friend of his.", I said chuckling a little.
"Okay. Then, I'll make him know you're here, Mr...", her voice trailed of making me realized that she didn't knew my name.
"Clifford. Michael Clifford.", I said quickly.
"Very well, Mr. Clifford. Please, take a seat while I call the doctor.", she said, pointing to the chairs against the wall.
I made my way there and sat in one of them, sighing. This talk can't wait any longer.
Alice's P.O.V.:
My day so far has been the same as the others. I already took Joseph to his room for his nap, and now I'm waiting in the break room, 'til one of the nurses call my name, next to Glenda, another patient here. She's 50-ish and suffers of bipolarity.
From the corner of my eye, I see one nurse made her way to me and I immediatly stand up, avoiding any kind of contact. I made my way down the hall to the doctor's office. I was going to have my daily meating with her to see how I was doing. I know how I'm doing. Bad. I still get depressed over things, but I need to get out of here. The thing is...I don't speak to anyone in here who's a doctor or a nurse. So in this daily meatings, I just sit in the chair awkwardly and stare at my hands while Dr. Hood, or as she tells me I "may call her", Mali, speaks. I just don't call her anyway, because I don't speak to her.
I enter the office and sit on the same chair I've been sitting all this time, without looking up.
"She's the one I was talking about.", I hear her whisper to someone else. I look up for a second, just to see who else was in here. It's a boy. And his wearing a doctor's coat. Damn. Is this women crazy!? She knows I have this kind of...phobia for doctors, especially men.
I hear foot steps and see, out of the corner of my eye, a figure sit besides me. "Great.", I think.
"Hello Alice. My name is Dr. Irwin, but you can call me Ashton.", he says, the smile in his face showing as he speaks.
I keep staring down at my hands, mentally chuckling at what he just said. "Your name is not Dr. Irwin, is Ashton Irwin. No one is called "Dr.", asshole", I thought. Would be funny if I could just say it.
Just when Dr. Hood is about to talk, someone knocks the door.
"Dr. Irwin, there's someone here to see you. He says his name is Michael Clifford.", a female voice says from behind me.
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Author's note:
Heeelloooo. Sorry for any ortographic mistakes :D thank you for reading :)
