PROLOUGE
Dr. Raymond Tanner entered the room quietly, shutting the door and entering with compose.
His patient sat on the raised couch, his blue eyes watching the doctor dimly.
"He's set," the technician Travis Rodriguez said, nodding at his patient. "Everything's set. Your earset is right here, Ray. The lady's on the other side of the glass. You've talked to her, I presume?"
"Everything's in order," Tanner replied, nodding, his attention focused on his patient. "Thanks, Trav. Only on my order, you here."
"I gotcha, doc," Rodriguez answered, wearily retreating back behind the glass panel.
Watching his patient, Tanner went to his chair and slipped his headset on, flicking on the switch, and contemplating the patient's appearence. His eyes were heavy lidded, his blonde hair limp and listless, as it usually was.
Breathing shallowy, he waved his hand in front of his patient. The blonde haired man jerked his head, but gave no other reply.
Praying, Tanner started to speak.
"Chris," he said. "It's Ray."
The catatonic didn't reply.
"I'm going to count from one to five, and when I reach five, you'll be in a trance like sleep and answer all my questions. Ready?"
As usual, Chris didn't answer.
Tanner glanced out the window. The woman outside the window watched, her face wrenched, her eyes focused on Chris.
"One . . . you're eyes are closing . ."
Chris's eyes began to slip shut slightly.
"Two . . .you're starting to feel tired, and you want to rest . . ."
The catatonic's eyes were heavy, his mouth twitching.
"Three . . . you're almost in a dream like trance . . .four, you're in a dream state . . and five, you're in your relaxed state."
Chris's eyes flickered.
"What is your name?" Tanner said, his heart pounding, holding his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stephanie McMahon holding her hand over her heart.
"My name's Chris Irvine," answered the patient.
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Akila
Dr. Raymond Tanner entered the room quietly, shutting the door and entering with compose.
His patient sat on the raised couch, his blue eyes watching the doctor dimly.
"He's set," the technician Travis Rodriguez said, nodding at his patient. "Everything's set. Your earset is right here, Ray. The lady's on the other side of the glass. You've talked to her, I presume?"
"Everything's in order," Tanner replied, nodding, his attention focused on his patient. "Thanks, Trav. Only on my order, you here."
"I gotcha, doc," Rodriguez answered, wearily retreating back behind the glass panel.
Watching his patient, Tanner went to his chair and slipped his headset on, flicking on the switch, and contemplating the patient's appearence. His eyes were heavy lidded, his blonde hair limp and listless, as it usually was.
Breathing shallowy, he waved his hand in front of his patient. The blonde haired man jerked his head, but gave no other reply.
Praying, Tanner started to speak.
"Chris," he said. "It's Ray."
The catatonic didn't reply.
"I'm going to count from one to five, and when I reach five, you'll be in a trance like sleep and answer all my questions. Ready?"
As usual, Chris didn't answer.
Tanner glanced out the window. The woman outside the window watched, her face wrenched, her eyes focused on Chris.
"One . . . you're eyes are closing . ."
Chris's eyes began to slip shut slightly.
"Two . . .you're starting to feel tired, and you want to rest . . ."
The catatonic's eyes were heavy, his mouth twitching.
"Three . . . you're almost in a dream like trance . . .four, you're in a dream state . . and five, you're in your relaxed state."
Chris's eyes flickered.
"What is your name?" Tanner said, his heart pounding, holding his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stephanie McMahon holding her hand over her heart.
"My name's Chris Irvine," answered the patient.
Review, and you'll get another chapter.
Akila