Little Accidents [Zombie_in_a_box & Rin; 18+]

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Rin's Charakter:

 

 

 

Name: Eric Nowaki.

Age: 26.

Height: 173cm.

Weight: 60kg.

Job: Psychologist.

 

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It was still cold outside, though the sun was doing its best warming the places up and getting rid of the snow. The beautiful sunlight found its way into the friendly coloured room. It wasn't really big, but welcoming. A bright blue couch with a coffee table, plants next to the door, a desk with two chairs, one behind and one in front; adorned with comfortable pillows on the seating surfaces.

The brunette folded some papers and then read over a file open on his desk in front of him. He moved a little in his seat to music playing from his phone next to him silently. A private picture of him and his twin sisters was situated on the desk as well, right next to a bowl with fruit pieces. A few plushies were sitting in one corner of the couch, a tiger, a dog and a rabbit. The clock on the tall wall showed 13:55 PM.

In a few minutes, a new patient would appear. And he was more than excited to get to know him.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

 

 

Name: Gene Mellows

Age: 21

Height: 162 cm

Weight: 81 kg

Job: College student

 

 

He had been standing in front of the door for a good ten minutes now. His palms were sweaty, his head was beginning to pound, but he couldn't get himself to reach out and press the door handle for a while now. What if his psychologist didn't like him? What if he messed up from the very beginning? Endless possibilities with bad outcomes ran through his mind. He wanted to turn around and bolt out of here, but... This was what he came here for. To battle his anxiety, because it was really, really ruining his life. Taking a deep breath, Gene reached out, gripped the door handle, opened the door and... Tripped right off the bat.

 

Immediately, his cheeks flushed a bright red color, his lips parting in terror. There he went, messing up without even getting the chance to introduce himself. Thankfully, he didn't end up falling, but he still stumbled, so not the man just stood there, extremely awkwardly, with his face as red as a stop sign. "I-I'm Gene... I'm sorry." He mumbled, standing in the doorway, unsure if he could even walk in properly. Ah, fuck... He really didn't want to be laughed at. He got enough mockery because of his weight already.

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Eric was humming along with the music when there was a movement on the handle of the door. He briefly turned the song off and put the phone to the side. The door was being opened and he already moved to say something as well - when his patient quickly decided to get to know the floor better. He caught his balance before that could happen, though, and it had the psychologist tilt his head a little in worry. "Are you alright?" he asked, raising from his chair to get a better look at the man. However, he was alright and Eric smiled at that. "Welcome! How're you? Please, come here and take a seat!"

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Gene squeezed his eyes shut for a couple of moments, taking in a deep breath before stepping in, closing the door behind him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine..." He reassured the other as a shy smile bloomed across his face. The man walked over to the table, thankful to see that the chair would be comfortable to sit in even for someone his size. He breathed out a tad nervously, looking around the room before glancing over at his psychologist. He felt ridiculously embarrassed even now, which was visible by his pink cheeks. He tried to find something to start a conversation with, but his mind was blank. He just hoped that Eric could make things a little bit less awkward... He'd gone through at least six psychologist in the past year, as none of them made him feel comfortable enough to stick around. And, of course, not one managed to aid him with his problems.

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A warm smile lingering on his lips, Eric gave his patient time to look around. They were always like that, of course. Almost like little kittens. Investigation was important. The patient ought to feel comfortable, so he had to be given time to get to know his surroundings and make sure there was nothing dangerous or venomous nearby. Of course, the most harmless thing was the psychologist himself. And maybe the plushies on the couch.

 

Eric sat back down as well on his chair as his patient did. "If you feel uncomfortable or anything, you are free to move to the couch, as well!" he offered.

 

"So." He took a paper and a pen. "You are...?"

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"No, this is fine. Thank you." Gene almost felt bad that he was suggested that. He really hated people commenting about his weight unless he himself started the topic. Even then, he was sensitive about what was being said about his body. The man looked up quickly as a question was asked. "Gene Mellows... I called you yesterday, I... I didn't mess up the time, did I?" He asked quietly, with the smallest hints of fear. Now, tiny inconveniences like this he could handle, at least with people around. He wasn't about to get an anxiety attack purely from this... Thankfully.

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Eric shook his head and wrote the name down. "No, not at all." Afterwards, he looked back up from the paper. "Tell me again why you wished to come here. Take your time. We are not in a rush at all." He reminded him, giving his patient a friendly grin.

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Gene breathed in slowly as the question was heard, leaning back slightly against the chair. "Uhm... So three years ago I was officially diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. I keep changing from one psychologist to another, I think you're my... 12th one? I can't find someone who would really... Help me." The man looked down at his hands, which were placed at his lap, squeezed together. "I-I mostly have a problem with, like, big crowds and just... Being in the center of attention in any way. I get so scared I sometimes just... Shut off entirely. And, like, people always try to push me out of my comfort zone, you know? But that doesn't help at all... I'm just..." Gene let out a nervous laugh. "I'm really starting to lose hope that I can be... Normal."

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Eric leaned back in his chair, taking the pen from his desk to play with it a little in his hands, while he listend to the other's words. "Nobody is abnormal, Gene. I can see the problem we have here, though you may think too about it all," he said with a warm smile. "You are not really ill or anything. It's not a bad diagnosis at all. And there's no 'cure' that could help you. In fact, it would only try to turn you into a different person. Look." The brunette leaned forward again, crossing his legs under the table. "For this very first appointment, I would like to have us get to know each other. Tell me about you. May it be negative or positive, and feel free to ask me any question you like. We have time, take your time." The more the other would get used to his surroundings, the better Eric would be able to work with him. It wasn't an impossible task to help this poor soul.

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Gene shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He looked up when his psychologist said there was no cure. Obviously... He wasn't expecting a cure that would suddenly take away his illness. Because it was that. He was diagnosed, for fuck's sake. It was a legitimate thing, and... To hear a psychologist say that it wasn't just made him feel like his experience and his struggles weren't valid. "...I don't trust what you say." He muttered out, feeling his heart beating faster. "I am ill. It's-it... It's still an illness, even if it a mental one." Gene spoke, while his arms moved to wrap around his body as if to protect himself. He wasn't looking up at the other anymore, instead staring down at his feet. "I know there isn't a cure. I don't expect to find some magical thing that would suddenly take away all of my anxiety, but... But I want to become a different person. If I didn't, I would be sitting alone in my room right now, completely taken over with anxiety. I wouldn't leave the house because I would be too scared of failing at even the most insignificant task - but, but, but I'm here. And... I don't like you brushing my anxiety off like that. It-I..." Gene closed his mouth, staring at his feet with wide eyes as if he himself was terrified with what just came out of his mouth. "I-I'm sorry." He whispered, his breathing uneven, shaky as if he'd just run a marathon.

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"Oh well, if you want to 'become a different person', as you said," he replied, of course letting it all slide, glancing down to his notes, "I'll help you with all my might." He noted something down. "You did a great job at coming here to me. Is there a specific phase you'd like to reach? We could make your anxiety go away completely, though that might take a year or two, and it may and may not cost a lot of money. Regardless of that, though, I will work with you and help where I can. Yes?"

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Gene bit into his knuckles, his eyes wide in terror as he stared down at his feet. He couldn't believe he went off like that. His psychologist's voice began fading away as Gene shook the slightest bit, his heart feeling as if it was about to jump right out of his chest. Oh, God. Why did he have to be such a fucking failure? He wanted nothing more than to stand up and run away, but at the same time he felt like he was locked to his chair, completely incapable of moving. He couldn't even bring himself to answer whatever was asked of him. He knew that Eric was waiting for him to say something based on how he turned quiet. He couldn't do anything right. Maybe he should have stayed home and died. Everyone would be better off if he wasn't around.