Part 24
Tag NSFW/ 18+ drug use. Emotional manipulation.
As soon as you get in the car, you barely have time to dry your tears before Orwen plants his eyes on you. "Are you okay, y/n? Is there a problem?" He ask uncertainly. You look at him seriously. So he came to pick you up, not Brenner. But the doctor will have other things to do than escort you. "Nothing to worry about. I just got another bad grade in Latin." A half-truth. You suck at Latin, but you've never cried over a bad grade. "Okay," Orwens says, then looks away, decidedly uncomfortable. It's time to ask Brenner's colleague a few questions. "Did you know? That Brenner used hallucinogens on me?" you ask sharply. Orwen finds it very interesting to watch the road. "No. I know that drugs are used, obviously, but I know nothing about hallucinogens. Besides, I'm not entrusted to your case. Brenner will take care of you, I have other patients," he says sharply, but you realize that it's not the truth. Not entirely, at least. "Lose your patience" It just so happens that I spoke to nothing in the bathroom! I thought a friend of mine was there but there was no one. And I was seen while I was talking to the void. Luckily a friend saw me, but what if another teacher saw me? Or a student? And don't come talking to me about the side effects of some medication because I don't buy it" Orwen seems discouraged "You'll have to talk to Brenner about it. I'm not following your case. I'm just your companion. That's all. The complaints are made to my colleague" you crosses your arms over your chest "I will, don't worry" and you do everything to make it sound like a threat. Because it is.
When you get out of the car, you enter the hospital, anticipating Orwen, who looks at you almost fearfully, fearing that you might cause a disturbance. But you simply walk in front of him indifferently, but inside you're furious. How dare Brenner drug you so disrespectfully, as if you weren't even a person but a guinea pig? Hasn't your life been ruined enough already? When you arrive in front of his office, you throw open the door after a quick knock, and there he is.he barely lifts his head from his diligently placed documentswhere yours are surely also. For a moment you wish you could get your hands on it and see what this man wrote about you, if the other doctors reported the same things or something else. But you can't. "Hello, y/n. Everything okay? How's campus?" Brenner asks you. You look at him with cold anger. "You dared to drug me," you accuse him. Then before he can answer, you stop him. "Without my consent. I should be told what medications I'm being given." Brenner places an old-fashioned pen on the documents then looks at you sneeringly. "Not if the medical procedure doesn't deem it necessary." You take a threatening step forward. You only ask to hit him, but you never will. You're not that stupid. After all, he's an established doctor, and you're already in trouble for what happened that night. You don't need a criminal record. "This is me we're talking about! I was hallucinating and talking to an imaginary friend who was only in my head! What if someone saw me? I would have been locked up here. When you told me that Professor Creel vouched for me" you falter at his name. He doesn't feel the same way you do. He don't love you. Brenner still looks at you with that slap-in-the-face look." It must have been some side effect. We'll adjust the medication dosage after the blood tests. In any case, this argument is closed. At least for me. Oh, go change, y/n, then we'll start your tests. For now, individual therapy."
In the future, if everything goes well, we could opt for group therapy. It helps a lot in your specific case. "You look at him with hatred." "What if I don't want to do it?" Brenner looks at you like you're a child throwing a tantrum. "It's not up to you to decide it . I'm your doctor. I studied medicine, girl, and I know what's best for you. Now go change. In the hospital, you have to respect the dress code. Having rules is the first step to recovery. Then we'll talk about how things are going on campus, but now... go! Go change. Orwen? He takes Y/N to her room. "Brenner's colleague join you. "Let's do as he says," and that's not advice. You storm off. You wish you had the power to demolish that place stone by stone. But some things don't exist except in fantasy.
You enter the room assigned to you and notice that the bed has been perfectly made and your gray tracksuit is already waiting for you. You angrily undress, cursing Brenner, the hospital, the drugs, and that stupid night that led you to this. Then you leave and Thomas is already waiting for you at the door. "Come on, girl, let's go. Brenner is not a patient man." He now sounds like a broken record. You follow him without replying, ignoring all the other patients. You soon arrive in a white room with a small table and two chairs. There are no posters on the walls. It's a cold, white room. Suffocating. In front of you, Brenner is waiting for you. You join him and sit down stiffly. "So?" you ask, annoyed. Brenner writes a few lines on a piece of paper you can't see. "Let's start off in a more civilized manner, Y/N. How are you? Everything okay on campus? How are things going with your friends? With your studies? With the various professors?" You look at him neutrally, "as if you didn't already know everything," but this rebellious attitude doesn't seem to please the man in front of you. "Moderate yourself, y/n, or I'll write to the rector that your condition has worsened and you'll have to remain hospitalized in the facility for an indefinite period. You know I have the power to do so. So I advise you to be a little more civil." You look at him with hatred. "Everything's very fine, thanks. I have friends. I go out. I get along with my roommates and I get good grades except for Latin and math. In fact, I should do my homework. Potter and Tanner won't forgive me because I'm bad at their subject." Brenner smiles at you. "I know. I've already talked to Professor Creel about it, so then y/n you will do those absurd assignments. You never know, you'll fall behind. I don't want to hear the complaints of those two... mummies," Brenner says contemptuously, referring to your teachers. Then he continues, "I know you have problems with a certain Billy. How does that make you feel? Uncomfortable? Scared? Excited?" at those words you look at him as if he had gone crazy
"Not excited at all. Angry. Disgusted. Uncomfortable. But not excited. How could I?" Brenner looks at you carefully. "You read a certain type of literature, if you can call that garbage that. And the line between consensual and non-consensual is very thin. So you might be confused since you're still immature compared to girls your age." You look at him uncomfortably, shocked and overwhelmed. You have no experience in anything and you know it. "I... I know what's right and what's wrong and I don't like Billy as a person. He irritates me." Brenner leans towards you until you smell his cologne. "But Professor Creel is everything to you. I think he's anything for you but he isn't indifferent." At those words you freeze. "I... he's just my teacher." You reply neutrally. But Brenner is not an idiot. He looks at you with an irritating smile.
"I know you like him. For you, he's not like other teachers. Don't say anything, girl. I'm a grown man as well as a doctor. I notice these things, I wasn't born yesterday. Now do you know, y/n, that a relationship between a student and a teacher is forbidden? My son would risk prison. Your situation is already very precarious. You already know that this is your last chance. Then the judge's sentence comes into play." You know it . You're not stupid. You know that you've been pardoned. Just as you know that with the first misstep, your life is ruined. But it's the first time Brenner has been so direct. "I know. I was there at the trial," you say softly. Confused. In pieces. Innocent in the end. But you were there. Because you were found guilty even if you have extenuating circumstances. "So a relationship with your teacher would be the first nail in your coffin," your head spins. Brenner offers you some water, but you don't take it. "He doesn't want me. In fact, he specifically told me to erase any feelings I have for him." At that point, Brenner seems taken aback. "Did he really say that?" You lower your face. "I didn't make it up. He doesn't want me. Billy had misunderstood, he thought the feeling was mutual and there was a clandestine relationship. But that's not the case." Brenner studies you carefully. Interesting developments. Now, Y/N, let's put my son aside. Now you're going to get some blood tests to see your values and agree on the dosage of the medications you'll have to take. No cheating or games. There are medications to take."Wasn't the therapy over? I don't have panic attacks anymore," you say harshly. Brenner looks at you indifferently. "Therapies should always be maintained, at least for a while. Now let's go. I suggest something lighter than the drugs of the past." Then he makes you leave his office without you being able to reply.
While you're being tested for blood, Brenner is studying you. You're there, sulking but scared of the needles as you undergo totally useless tests. You won't be sedated anymore. But Brenner needs you to believe it for his purposes. And so his son lied to you.He told you he doesn't love you. That he has no feelings for you. Which is absurd. Why did Henry do it? To keep up appearances? To protect a fragile person like you? Out of a martyr's spirit? Brenner is more than determined to get to the bottom of this. In any case, it's a very interesting twist...
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