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“I don’t get therapy. I know what I’m feeling. I don’t need you to tell me.”
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“It isn’t about telling you what you’re feeling, more why you’re feeling that way and how you can deal with it. And I can only help with that if you talk to me and let me know what you’re thinking - that’s what I tell everyone I see.”
andromedarowe:
“Promises, promises,” Andie joked with a laugh. “I’m sure I’ll end up being the staff member that’s just perpetually lost. I have the worst sense of direction. The map will definitely help though.” He seemed pretty friendly and nice, even if he was pretty clearly having a rough day. That was an admirable trait and certainly one that was common in therapists, at least in her experience. It was their job to focus on other people over themselves, after all. “Thank you so much,” she said as she took the map, looking it over. “That would be fantastic. You’re amazing.”
“Amazing? Not sure about that. Isn’t exactly the opinion of me you’d get from some the kids,” Donovan joked, hoping that she might understand some of his frustrations about being a therapist working with teenagers. Grabbing his jacket, he headed out into the hallway and locked his office behind him. “You wouldn't believe how many time I’ve had kids trying to sneak in there,” he said as he began to lead her down the corridor to the left. “Any places you particularly want to see first?"
For everyone else, the study hall was silent. For Emmie, it was so loud it was torturous. The voices were stronger, angrier and more violent. Some woman was constantly wailing. A man was growling and gnashing is teeth. Others were yelling at her. It was becoming more and more each day. Feeling like her brain was being pressed up against the wall of her skull, she started to pull at her hair, clawing at the skin of her scalp. Finally, she couldn’t take it. Letting out a long, and loud blood curdling scream, Emmie dropped to the floor, burying her face into the carpet.
It was from just outside his office that Donovan heard a scream, and he came running as fast as he could. His first reaction was that something awful had happened with the Creeper involved. But when he saw nobody but Emmie alone on the floor, he realized that this wasn’t the case. “Emmie?” he said softly, kneeling down to be closer to her. “It’s just me - Dr Fox. Take some deep breaths, and then you can tell me what happened, yeah?”
andromedarowe:
Donovan looked like he was having a tough time, but Andie didn’t like to judge. God knows she looked pretty horrible when she was still in high school and trying to balance her studies with raising her son. Everyone had their own story and who knew what kind of day anyone was having. “You’re fine, don’t worry! Coffee gets the better of all of us sometimes,” she said with a laugh, shaking his hand. “You too, Donovan. You’re a real lifesaver. I swear I’ve already gotten lost four times and I’ve only been here half a day. Have you worked here long? Do you know if there’s a map or something I could get my hands on?”
andromedarowe:
Andie hadn’t meant to barge into the room – it was just an unintended side effect of her enthusiasm. Of course, she also hadn’t expected to see a half dressed man inside, but she’d never worked at a school before, so maybe that was normal in places like Plath. “Sorry,” she said quickly, hesitating at the doorway as she waited for him to get dressed. “I’m Andie Rowe. Andromeda, actually, but that’s a mouthful, so you know, most people don’t call me that. But I’m the new therapist and I was hoping maybe you could help show me the ropes?” She rambled slightly from where she stood in the doorway with the door half shut, careful to give him his privacy.
Her words took time to process in Donovan’s head, but when they did, he hurriedly completed buttoning up his shirt and brushed back his hair in a quick attempt to make himself look more presentable - though the 3-day old stubble and creases in his shirt didn’t help much with that. He headed to the doorway and opened up the door to look at her, trying to seem composed, despite knowing he’d made a terrible first impression. “It’s me who should apologize. I don’t normally get dressed in here -- there was coffee and, uh, anyways-- Donovan Fox, psychologist. Good to meet you,” He offered her his hand. “Sure, yeah - of course. I’d be happy to show you around, go through the kids’ case files, walk you through the computer system, all that.”
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Donovan was a mess. Everything had been going so well, but now suddenly everything had crumbled again. The person he loved was gone, work was getting more and more stressful owing to the Creeper, his drinking habits had slowly began to spiral again… and now his exhaustion and shaking hands had led him to spilling his coffee onto his shirt.
With a sigh of frustration and hopelessness, he stripped from the stained button-up and rummaged in his cupboard where he’d stored a spare, just in case of something like this. It would be loose on him - he’d lost weight due to his lack of training to keep up his usual muscular physique. But at this point, he just didn’t have it in him to care about such things. Just as he began to change, the door to his room opened.
“Fuck–” he muttered under his breath. Then he said to the person, wearily, “I’ll be with you in a minute. Just let me get this on.”
estherslee:
“Not to be rude, but I actually already know the short version. I want to know the gory details, although I’ll probably end up not sleeping tonight if you tell me. But I can handle it.”
“I think I’d be a pretty crappy therapist if I started telling you guys stuff that gives you nightmares. Sorry, Esther. I shouldn’t. But I’m sure there’ll be plenty of people who will do so gladly.”
iiisaac:
“ —n a h . but it got your ATTENTION, didn’t it? “
“And did you want my attention for something important? Because if not, I don’t have time for this.”
finnickdevak:
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be alright, I’m sure. Nothing I…haven’t seen before.” The statement was meant to be more dismissive than it came out, but he was quick to focus on drinking instead. “I mean, you can put me in detention but I gotta say it. Those moves were something else. Like…wow.”
Donovan raised an eyebrow, making a mental note to further explore the meaning behind what Finnick had just admitted. For now, he let it drop. “Mm, I’m not exactly sure what you mean but ‘something else’, I’ll take it as a compliment. Don’t expect to see it again in the future. I don’t plan on getting that wasted any time soon.”
estherslee:
“I’m lucky for not seeing it, they say. But I prefer someone explaining it much more than witnessing the tragedy with my own eyes.”
“The short of it: they found a body and it wasn’t pretty. He went missing about a month ago and showed up dead. There’s more to it, but you’re probably better off not knowing about all the gory details.”
illcgitimcte:
“you’re so full of bullshit!” antonio retorts immediately, hands balling into fists by his sides. he’s always so quick to anger. “you just don’t want to deal with me.” the blonde shifts on his feet, blue eyes calculating. his father had already made it incredibly clear that talking to one of these losers was mandatory and he dreaded what would happen if his father found out he wasn’t going. “i have to speak to someone and i’ve been lumped with that piece of shit because you can’t be bothered.”
“Calm down, Antonio,” Donovan instructed, staying as steady as usual. He was past feeling anger, past feeling annoyance or frustration or... feeling anything at all. “Listen: a lot of people need to see me right now. A lot. I’m working extra hours as it is and I can’t make more time, unless you suggest that I stop sleeping altogether. I get that you’re angry, but this is not anything personal, understand?”
finnickdevak:
“No, no, it’s alright. I’m probably doing better than most, I guess. Dead bodies don’t really…get to me anymore, you know? Plus I was pretty drunk when it happened, which helps. And which, um, you know, I’d be way more wary of saying if you weren’t wasted too.”
“I will make sure I see you as soon as my diary frees up a bit.” Don raised his eyebrow. “Yeah, well- I’m many things, but I’m not gonna be a hypocrite. So I won’t talk about you drinking if you don’t mention... whatever the hell I was doing that night.
illcgitimcte:
“so what i’m hearing is,” his lips turn down into a frown and he has to cross his arms so as to not lash out viciously. “i’m stuck talking to the other one-” Ajax, the long haired psychologist who just wants to talk and eyes Antonio as prey rather than as a patient. “and there’s nothing I can do about it?”
Donovan rubbed his hand across his face. “Antonio,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I just can’t fit you in. You don’t have to go and see Mr Whittemore - all I’m saying is that if you want an appointment, it’s not gonna be until April. It’s out of my control.”
iiisaac:
“ oh, REALLY?? i guess i’ll just tell someone else about my intentions to shoot up the school. ” he’s kidding.
Donovan didn’t crack a smile. “Not funny, kid. You really think this is the right time and place to joke about that crap?”
estherslee:
“Does asking you to tell me the thing that happened need an appointment? If yes, honestly I can’t wait that long. I’d die out of curiosity.”
“You didn’t see what it was? I’m not sure I should tell you. It’s quite... graphic.”
“If you’re needing an appointment, it might be a while. I’ve got every slot booked for three weeks. I’d try and make more time, but I’m stretched as it is.”
