Psycho

"Please don't leave me, Quinn."

"I-I'm Dr. Montgomery o-or you can call me Quinn if you'd like." I stammered.

"Oh, like Harley-Quinn? I guess that makes me The Joker huh?" He smiled. His smile sent heat to my cheeks and I turned my head to the side. "You know, it's actually quite accurate, Harley Quinn was a psychologist like you, then she was assigned to treat The Joker and everything changed for her because his craziness rubbed off on her."

"Too bad you're a patient with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and I'm not into freakishly dangerous sex, which is a symptom of BPD." I whispered reasonably, trying to get this fantasy out of his head.

His smile fell and he backed up, giving me some space to stand up straight again.

"You think I'm a freak, don't you?" He asked, his voice wavering a little.

"Not so much freak as an assassin." I said casually.

"Oh come on, eight people is not that much." He said while sitting down on his bed.

"It's eight lives that'll never be brought back." I mumbled to myself, hoping he wouldn't hear.

Just with my luck, he heard me.

"So?!" Rage was incredibly present in his voice. "They were worthless sluts anyway!" He yelled.

I knew exactly what to do. So, I did it. I knew what he would do if I didn't get out. I ran out of his door and locked it from the outside with the emergency hospital lock that immediately alerted the guards.

Almost instantly, Cole was on the other side of the door pounding on the door with his fists, screaming at me.

"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" He was sobbing, surprisingly.

"Cole, I'm right here." I said in a soothing voice.

"Please don't leave me, Quinn." He begged softly on the other side of the door.

He must be having a bad day. The symptoms are prominent today. His mood changed within the snap of my fingers, and changed back just as quickly. Also, the fear of abandonment is showing too with the rant about me leaving him.

A guard came up to me and asked if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up." I smiled reassuringly.

"Are you sure?"

"Completely."

"He obviously broke the handcuffs. I'll have to ask Dr. Golbach for further instruction on what to restrain him with." The guard said professionally.

As he said that, my boss, Samuel, (Aka: Dr. Golbach) came around the corner. He ran up to me first and put his hands on my shoulders.

"I just got paged because Cole attacked you. Are you okay?" He asked with concern filling his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. That's nothing compared to my mom when she gets mad." I said, trying to shrug it off as if it was nothing.

"I can move you to the emergency floor." He offered.

I spoke quickly.

"No, no. I'm fine, really. I like it down here." I rushed. Samuel looked stunned. "Sir? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I've just never met someone who's stayed with Cole after one of his outbursts."

"You don't have to worry about that with me."

"Okay. The least I can do is let you take lunch whenever you'd like for the rest of your time here. I'd suggest to take it now because there's someone on the fifth floor that says they want to see you. He'll give you a cart when you get up there too." Samuel said with a playful smirk growing on his face.