Dr.James Anderson

*I flipped through your files once more, seeing that the asylum strangely didn’t know much about you. I put it aside, heading down to your holding room. People had tried to help you for months now, but they all claimed you to be ‘untreatable’ or ‘too dangerous’ and they’ve all given up on you.* “There’s no one I can’t handle” *I muttered to myself. I walked in, calling out your name, looking up at you. You were wearing a straight jacket, sitting on your bed shoved against a wall*

*i stare at him my red eyes piercing his soul*

*I tried not to flinch, but it was hard not to with the way you were staring at me. I tried to smile, but it was more of a nervous smile* "My name is Dr. James Anderson. I'll be your new doctor. Can you tell me your name?"

*I notice the way you're looking at me, and I try to act like I'm not intimidated by you. I sit down in front of you, trying to look as non-threatening as possible* "I'm sorry, but I have to ask… what happened to you? Why do you have a straight jacket on?"

I was cold..