Adopted by Grofflin

Chapter 12: Lin's Appointment

It was time for Lin's weekly meeting with Dr. Lindsay.

Doctor Lindsay was a short man, about 5'4", meaning he had a huge, or rather tall (pun intended) ego. His willow's peak exaggerated his age, just thirty six, and he shaved twice a week if not more. He often wore an obnoxious orange flannel, or just boring, grey-scale colors, really. His wife was a nurse, blonde and all, though Lin had a slight suspicion she wasn't entirely human. Maybe a bit metallic. Lin studied him often, knew him well.

Lin was diagnosed with what was known as 'Crippling Personality Disorder, Affecting Interpersonal and General Relationships'. He wouldn't admit it, but he wasn't too certain of how to cope.

It was hard, he'd cry as he broke down on the odd nights. It was really damn hard.

Dr. Lindsay caught him crying one day in his office. He put a steady hand on Lin's shoulder, his black wedding ring pushing uncomfortably into his flesh. Right, married.

The thing was, Dr. Lindsay wasn't an unattractive man.

Lin was in love with Groff. Completely and utterly, but when he fantasized at night it's Lindsay's eyes as he romanticized what might have been if he hadn't sized him up so quickly at least his dear Krista's his wife at least he keeps his eyes in his life.

Initially, the intended schedule for his check-ups would be monthly, just to determine how his doses of citalopram, escitalopram, fluoxetine , fluvoxamine, paroxetine, sertraline, vortioxetine, and vilazodone were working for him. He found himself fibbing a little though, because when he lied, he saw Dr. Lindsay again, and then again, and sometimes again.

He'd never considered himself to be the kind to commit adultery. Hell, he never thought it could tempt him at all. But when Dr. Lindsay would rest his hand against his forehead to check his temperature, or when Dr. Lindsay would run a hand up his shirt to listen to his lungs, Lin found himself more and more compelled to try to take things a step further.

No. He couldn't. He could never do that to Groff.

But there was no harm in asking the man out to dinner, right? Just a few glasses of wine never hurt anyone. Afterall, Groff had Ava.

"So," Dr. Lindsay said as he sat down across from Lin, "how are you feeling? I mean, mood-wise, that is."

Lin bit down on his lip. "Not too well, you know. Not noticing much of a difference with the meds."

"Have you taken any of my other advice?" Dr. Lindsay asked.

"Like?"

"Perhaps indulging in some personal pleasures. Taking time for yourself."

Lin tried to smile.

"Have you thought of children? If you're in a relationship, that is," Dr. Lindsay was quickly taken aback by his own words, "I don't mean to pry."

Lin started to sweat profusely, and roughly rubbed his palms on the sides of his thighs. "Uh, no." He stuttered. "I don't plan on having kids. Especially not with a woman, that is." He then chuckled nervously.

Dr. Lindsay nodded and looked down at his writing pad. "Do you hang out with friends often? Maybe go out for drinks."

Lin smiled. He thought about Groff, cringed out of momentary guilt, then laughed. "Drinks with myself? You bet."

Dr. Lindsay laughed at this as well. His head tilted back, Adam's apple quivering in a low, deep chuckle. His eyes, brown like Lin's, gleamed. His demeanor suddenly changed, though. The switch was quite rapid. The gleam in Dr. Lindsays eyes evaporated into a more sinister glare.

"Well, Mr. Miranda -" he corrected himself, "Lin. You could always try, well, what I try."

There was heavy tension in the room. Dr. Lindsay gave Lin a meaningful look then leaned towards him, their faces inches apart. Barely above a whisper he spoke, "I have... some medication. I wouldn't call it 'over-the-counter'."

Lin nodded, a silent understanding between the both of them.

Dr. Lindsay continued. "In fact, you're my last patient. Why don't you come with me?"

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Dr. Lindsay led Lin to an apartment which was miraculously in worser condition than the one he shared with Groff. "Now, this isn't where I live. I just rent this place. I keep my... medication here."

"Right. Your medication."

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An hour passed, Lindsay (He had told Lin to drop the Doctor and call him by his first name, which was the same as his last, making his name Lindsay Lindsay) and Lin were sat on the couch.

Lindsay's nose was long and red and his lips were plump and beautiful. They were underneath a marmalade sky and Lin never realized Lindsay's eyes were like looking into a kaleidoscope. His head felt heavy and his lips were dry and he really, really wondered if eating a scented candle would taste as good as it smelled. Who named a boy Lindsay?

"See? It's not s'bad." Lindsay slurred, limp next to Lin.

"Can I kiss you?" Lin found himself asking suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Who names a boy Lindsay?"

He was interrupted by Lindsay's lips crashing into his it wasn't a sexual kiss or anything it was soft and passionate.