This is my new story. I hope you like it. It starts after Randy attacked Stephanie while Triple H was handcuffed to the ring. Randy is required to get treatment for his I.E.D.
"Here how it is Mr. Orton." Vince McMahon said to the young man sitting in his office. "Because of your anger issues, you are hereby ordered to sessions with a therapist. The therapist specializes in treating Intermittent Explosive Disorder."
"You are kidding me." Randy said. He had been diagnosed some few weeks earlier. The disorder was a behavioral disorder that has extreme expressions of anger which caused uncontrollable rage. "Therapy sessions. I don't think so."
"Its therapy or you're fired." Vince said. "It is your choice."
"Therapy." Randy said. He wasn't about to leave the business he loved. He would just have to go to this therapist as many times as he needed to.
"Good." Vince said. "Here is the address." He said handing Randy a slip of paper with an address on it. "You have an appointment at 3 today."
"Fine." Randy said walking out. He didn't want to go to therapy but he knew it was the only way to keep his job. He knew that this was punishment for what happen with Stephanie.
He left the WWE headquarters and headed to the doctor's office. It wasn't that far from headquarters. He just wanted to get this done and get on with it. He arrived at the doctor's office. It was in a very professional looking building. He located the directory and found that Dr. M. Rimbauer's office was on the fifth floor. He wondered what this doctor was like. He was probably in his fifties and not that far away from retirement. He arrived at the office and walked in. The waiting area was decorated with leather chairs and a sofa for the patients to wait. It had a coffee table and end tables. There was a water cooler in the corner. He walked up to where the receptionist sat behind a glass panel that was open.
"Randy Orton to see Dr. Rimbauer." He said to her.
"Yes, Mr. Orton. If you will fill this out." Summer said handing him the paper work.
"Thank you." He said taking it and sitting down to fill it out. He still wondered about the doctor. After he was finished with the paper work, he gave it back to the receptionist. She told him the doctor would see him shortly.
"Mr. Orton, Doctor will see you now." Summer said to him.
Randy got up and walked through the door. He was expecting a doctor in his fifties not that far away from retirement. He wasn't expecting who he saw.
"Mr. Orton. I'm Dr. Mylie Rimbauer." Mylie said shaking his hand.
"Randy." He said to her. He was not expecting this petite blue eyed blond as his doctor. She couldn't have been more than 28. Nothing like he was expecting.
"Is something wrong?" Mylie asked him sitting down at her desk. He followed by sitting down in the chair in front of her desk.
"You are just younger than I thought." He said to her.
"Yeah, I get that a lot. I graduated high school at 16. Then I finished four years of college in two. Then med school, residency, and now this." She told him. "So, what about you?"
"I am a wrestler for the WWE." He said to her. "I am here because my boss made me. I don't need help."
"If you don't, then why did your boss make you?" She asked him.
"Because I attacked his daughter." He said. "He wants to punish me."
"Okay." She said making some notes. "Randy, what do you know about your disorder?"
"That it causes me to have uncontrollable rage." He replied to her. She was very pretty and it was strange that she was the doctor Vince found to help him.
"You know that it is not something premeditated." She said to him. She had done great work with the disorder and was slowly becoming one of the best. The only thing that held her back was her age. Most other doctors didn't think a 28 year old could be one of the best. "Most outbursts are caused by provocation real or perceived."
"So, other people cause me to have this." He said.
"That's not what I meant." She said getting up and sitting beside him. "This disorder is something you have and yes, people can sometimes cause the outbursts but no one is too blame. But it is genetic. Do you feel remorse after one of the outbursts?"
"Sometimes." He said. "Well, most of the time."
"Okay. That is something." She said placing a hand on his arm. "Have your other doctors told you about the treatment for this disorder?"
"Not really." He replied. "Is there treatment?"
"If you want." She replied getting up and walking back behind her desk. "Some people like not being in control. So, they chose to not have the treatment. I know you were told to have this therapy. It is up to you if you want to continue it and try to get this disorder under control."
"I'm not sure." He said honestly. "A part of me likes not being in control. The other part knows I need to be."
"Why don't we start with therapy?" She asked him. "We will do therapy twice a week for now. And we can decide later if you want to take the medication."
"There is medication?" He asked. He hadn't heard that there was medication to treat this.
"Yes. I use a combination of Prozac, an antidepressant, Dilantin, anticonvulsants, Valium, anti-anxiety and Lithium, a mood stabilizer." She replied. "But you don't have to decide that today. We can start with therapy and go from there. Randy, have you had any of the following symptoms? Palpitations, chest tightness or head pressure?"
"Sometimes." He replied.
"That is part of the disorder." She said making some more notes. "We will continue therapy and then decide about medication, if that is okay with you. You don't have to come to therapy, well you do, but you don't have to see me."
"No, I would like to see you, as my therapist." He said to her. He still couldn't get over how beautiful she really was. She was a petite, small blue eyed blond. She seemed so sweet and caring. He couldn't believe that she was a therapist specializes in I.E.D. It didn't seem like something she would do. But then, he didn't know much about her. He hoped he would get to know her over the next few sessions as she got to know him.
"Okay. We will set up the sessions." She said writing down some notes. "You can make your appointments with my receptionist and I will see you soon."
"Okay." He said getting up and walking out. He hope that this would help him.
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