Psychotherapy || HS

Four

HELLINGLY ASYLUM

Discussion Room

CONFERENCE

After three sessions, many silences, and fifteen cups of coffee, there was finally a conference about Harry Styles. The room was very white and too many lab coats and suits were in one place. Too many people relied on the opinions of myself and Doctor James Bing on what medications Harry should be officially put on. But I know the intelligence of Harry, and I know how much he hates pills. He would find a way to avoid taking them for sure. I expected the room in the asylum that we met in to be dank, but it wasn't.

The asylum stood tall and was nice compared to what they were in the 50s. The room we met in was nearly nicer than my office and it was proclaimed to be the room we now talked about patients with the doctor and their old doctors. Harry's family came to the meeting. His father, a man with nice features and a slight beer belly. His mother, Anne, had light makeup because she's beautiful and doesn't need it, and the grip she had on her husband's hand was deadly.

Gemma Styles was the one I was most interested in, though. If anything, I expected a note from her to say that she didn't want to come, but she showed up. It made me wonder if she came because she still loved her brother, or because her parents forced her. "We are gathered here today to discuss Harry Styles and his current mental health, along with what medications he should start." A tall blonde man with a British accent that sounded rather posh stood from his seat at the head of the table. Doctor Hills, the asylum's doctor. "We'll start with Doctor Bing, Harry's ex-psychologist. What are your opinions."

Bing tore his eyes off of my chest like a bandage and asked, "Excuse me?"

"Your opinion on my patient," I told him.

He snorted. "Your patient." Then, a smile while he looked at the family in need. "Lovely to see the three of you, despite current circumstances. Now, I believe we should put him on Loxitane and call it a day." He took his seat and leaned back slightly, staring at me with his eyebrows raised. Game on, Bing.

"You're completely mad, you should be on that shitty Loxitane, excuse my language. Doctor Bing doesn't pay close enough attention to his patients."

"Perhaps you pay too much attention to your patients." His simple implication that I would find Harry Styles anything but my patient was offensive and I, once again, wanted to slap him.

"You can never pay too much attention to a psychotic patient, James. I believe it's my turn as his current psychologist to speak, yes?" Everyone nodded, stunned by my forwardness with James. Everyone was afraid of his power except for me, because he was lower than I was at the moment, and that's all that mattered. "I say that Harry has a lot more going on than schizophrenia. Are you prepared for this conversation, or should I try to sugar coat it?"

My question was directed towards the beautifully broken Styles family. "Go ahead, we've probably heard worse." Their optimism was scarce, if it should exist.

I sighed and sat forward, pulling out my many notes on Harry. "Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Bipolar Disorder, possible Pseudobulbar Affect, and simply more to come. My point being that you've spent three years on Harry Styles, James, and have come up with schizophrenia. I've spent three weeks and already have the name of the medication I want prescribed to him. Therefore, my attention is not too much into my patients, you just lack the attention span."

He didn't speak and instead chewed on the inside of his cheek while his cheeks continued to draw a spicy red while I continued. "I don't want him on Loxitane. I want him on Haldol, or Haloperidol, which is the official name in case you," I looked towards Harry's family, "want to look it up. It treats schizophrenia and psychotic along bipolar disorder and anxiety, I feel like he's not open enough with me in our sessions anyway. It solves most of the problems. I think it might also help with his mood swings."

Anne spoke up, "How is he doing?" Her voice cracked mid-sentence, and I wanted to give her a hug. "Will he get better? Please, tell me he'll get better."

I coughed and waited for someone to help me in telling her. James mumbled, "He's your patient, remember?"

"Mrs. Styles, I'm sorry. Harry has been used to acting this way for the past twenty-four years of his life. I'm not sure if even the finest therapy can help your son. Talking it out and giving him medication is all we can do, but he had to heal on his own. Your son will either be better or worse with the medication and confinement of the asylum. It's best for him here, though." My own words couldn't convince me, how could they convince his own mother? "I'm sorry we can't allow visitors yet, but it truly is better for him here."

A tear slipped down her face and Gemma swallowed before asking, "Will-will he ever get out? I mean, you know how many people he's, uhm, hurt. Will he ever get out?"

"Well, Gemma-is it okay if I call you that?" She nodded reluctantly and it was simply because I was bringing out my therapist voice. "I honestly don't know how many people your brother has hurt and killed. I never read my patients files unless I find it absolutely necessary. I want them to tell me on their own instead of already knowing and playing the guessing game with them. In my opinion, it's better that way." Avoiding answering her question was the best thing I could do to not place false hope in the shattered mirror that was the Styles family.

"Your opinion is shit. Loxitane." The irritation in his voice couldn't possibly match mine. He had the nerve to try and find his place as an ex-psychologist for one of the world's most known murderers. Harry Styles had James before the murders got worse, why hadn't he fixed anything?

"James, if your opinion was so high and mighty, we might be having the same paychecks and you might be his therapist. Now unless you want Harry to gain a massive amount of weight, his psychoticness to get slightly worse, and depression to be added onto that, I suggest you stay in your lane." I sighed. "Doctors?"

"We'll start the medication in the morning."

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i love you all dearly, i'm really sick and ew...

hope you like the new covers, i liked making them through a disgusting amount of sneezes and coughs. i hope you all enjoyed the holiday season, but i wish it would last longer cause school can suck and kiss my ass..