Tom pov:
It's been a few days since my last patients visit. They have been doing better. Poor guy,should have not gone though such a horrible thing. I drink a glass of coffee and sit in my office. My co-worker came in and sead "Hey Tom. I have a new patient in about a hour. But I can't take him I have other people to deal with. Think you can handel them?" "Sure" I awnser without even thinking first. "Thx Tom! I'm glad I can always count on you" she then closes the door.
2 hours later.
It's 20:17
My work ends at 19:30 but I need to wait for the patient. Are they late? Did my co-worker prank me? What's going on. They are a hour late. Suddenly I hear knocking. Someone I have never met walks in. "Hello I'm Paul" they say. "Ah hello..." I say annoyed. An hour late..that would make anyone mad. Or at least annoyed. "I'm REALLY sorry for beiing late. It was really difficult to get the patient here" "Ah.. I see. It's okay. Because if this this repeats again-"
I was cut off my him saying "no need to worry about him beiing late again. He will stay here he's.. uh..in..sane. he will be in one of those care room? What do you call them?.."
I look at him with a confused face. "U-uhh anyway. I'll be on my way. Thank you for waiting" I nod and they walk out. Then my heart stops for a sec "y-you.." in walks a person I last saw with his plan of getting away with murdering John.. two other men were holing his arms. I get up and stay quiet. I don't even look at him. THIS IS THE PERSON I NEED TO "HELP??" HELL NO! I SHOULD HAVE NOT AGREED TO RINA' S(co-worker) DEAL. I rage in my head. The 2 men tie TORD to the chair of the fear of him escaping. One of them say "we'll wait behind the door. If anything happens call out for us" then they walk out. Now It's just me and that devil...It's so quiet.."HELLO dear therapist" he yells in a happy voice. I flinch. "Don't play dumb Tord..what the fuck are you doing in my office" "idk,why so mean?" He giggles "YOU look really familiar but I don't know a thing about you!" He then seas. I get mad " STOP PLAYI-" I was cut off of him handing me a paper. "They told me to give this to you." I take it but before my hand could even touch it he throws the paper across the room "WHOOOpSIEE my bad" he laughs. My last brain cells are popping. I walks to the paper and read it.. "memory loss" I say to myself quietly when reading the letter. That explains a thing or two.
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FanfictionThe art on the book cover doesn't belongs to me but the the owner. this is a au(I have No idea if this is an actual au by anyone but oh well I don't care,if it is then credit to them) well this is a au where Tom is a therapist and Tord is one of his...
