Hi, guys! Okay, this is my first fanfic that I've actually taken seriously and published. So if it's kind of poopy, I apologize. orz Forgive me~
'What the hell is this man planning? ...And what was with that "little prince" shit?!' Alois inwardly cursed.
Claude was writing something down on his clipboard as he walked beside the boy. Alois took this chance to catch a glimpse of the doctor. The man had black hair that went in different directions but looked stylish; kind of that roughed up look. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie, black slacks, and black leather shoes. All adorned with a white unbuttoned work coat that went down to his knees. Claude was actually a very tall slender man, but Alois could tell that he was very strong. He would never want to get in a physical fight with him. The boy also noticed how every once in awhile Claude's eyebrows would furrow as he wrote.
Claude looked at Alois through the corners of his eyes, just as he did when he was talking to William. Alois almost thought he was glaring.
"It's not polite to stare you know, Alois." Claude said apathetically as he looked down at his clipboard once again. Alois quickly turned his head forward with an audible, "Hmpf."
"I wasn't staring." He grumbled.
Claude silently chuckled as he clicked his pen closed and returned it to his coat pocket. The stopped in front a two large white doors. Claude reached for the handle and held the door open to Alois.
"After you." Claude made eye contact with Alois and smiled.
"Stop doing that." Alois mumbled as he walked past Claude.
The cafeteria wasn't all that. Not that he was expecting much. The walls were all white, of course, with long windows all around that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. There were probably about 15 rectangular tables with connected benches. The kitchen was very small but had decent looking food sitting out, up for grabs, on the counter.
"And you should stop mumbling. Bad habit." Claude whispered into Alois' ear from behind. His breath tickling the little hairs around the boy's ear and neck.
Alois gasped and jumped forward.
"What are you-" he started.
"Come. We have lots to go over." Claude walked past Alois and made his way to the farthest table in the corner of the cafeteria.
Alois was beginning to get an eerie vibe from the doctor. He didn't want to trust the man. How could he? Alois had just met Claude. He's a stranger and nothing more. He can't allow himself to open up to this man, of all people. If he does, then who knows what will happen.
There weren't many people in the cafeteria at that time. Was in dinner time? Lunch time? Who knew. Alois felt like he slept for a whole week when he passed out, when really it was only a few hours.
Alois followed and sat at the table across from Claude. "Um.. Can I ask what time it is?" he asked innocently. The blond looked out the window behind Claude and realized it was getting dark.
Claude checked his wrist watch, which looked very expensive, and stated, "5:16 p.m. Alright, Mr. Trancy," Claude moved his clipboard aside and folded his hands together on the table. "I have a few things I need to go over for you and a few questions to ask you. When we are finished you may eat dinner, join the other patients, and return to your room. Shall we get started?"
Alois looked away uninterested and nodded. "Anything to get out of here quicker," he mumbled.
"Mumbling." Claude simply stated. It didn't sound like a warning, but Alois knew it was. He didn't know why his mumbling even mattered in the first place. Like he even cared for what he said anyway.
"Rule number one: There is no fighting. Whatsoever. Do I make myself clear?" Alois was taken back at how serious Claude's voice sounded. Just a minute ago it was teasing and relaxed.
The boy looked out of the corner of his eye at the doctor and confirmed, "..Yes."
"Good. That was the most important rule. We have to ensure the safety of our patients. We cannot have children causing anymore trouble." Claude warned staring holes into the boy's head.
"Okay, I get it. Keep goin'." Alois rushed. He was starting to get annoyed and just wanted to leave.
"Every day you will awaken, eat breakfast, attend group meetings or personal sessions with me, return to your room, eat lunch, socialize with the other patients, return to your room, eat dinner, and return to your room for the night." Claude's words came out so fast like he's said them a thousand times before. Alois struggled to keep up. In fact, the words went in one ear and out the other.
"Don't fret. I'll give you a schedule." Claude smirked. He could tell the boy was lost. "The doors to every bedroom are locked at 9:00 p.m. and are unlocked the next day at 8:00 a.m. Just another precautionary step we take to make sure the patients don't wander the halls at night causing trouble."
Alois sighed. 'This place sucks.'
"Now that I've gone over the rules, I'd like to ask you a few questions." Claude unclipped a folder from his clipboard and opened it up. He read through some of it for a minute and put it back on the clipboard.
"Is that mine?" Alois asked, referring to the folder. He was extremely curious as to what it had to say about him.
"Yes."
"I was hoping you'd be like a cool pyschiatrist and tell me that, 'You don't like to read their folder until they're read to talk about themselves,' or something like that."
Claude chuckled, "That would be Dr. Michaelis. Not me." The doctor's eyes wandered to the other side of the room where another doctor sat with a patient. "I do things by the book. Reading your file only helps me get a better grasp of what you're going through."
"Ha," the boy let out a humorless laugh, "like you care anyway. And don't talk as if you understand me, or want to understand me. There's nothing wrong with me." Alois looked off to the side and grumbled, "People just like to think there is." The blond did not like the fact that this man, who he had just met, already knew all about him thanks to a couple pieces of paper.
Claude didn't say anything, and the boy knew that was another warning about the mumbling. A silent one. Alois rolled his eyes, still looking off to the side.
"How are you feeling right now?" Claude started after a few moments of silence.
No answer.
"So, Alois, why do you think your parents admitted you into this hospital?" Claude asked innocently, waiting for a reply.
No answer.
"...What is your life like at home?" Claude was started to get a little irritated and you could hear it in his voice.
"..." Alois didn't move, waiting for the doctor to just give up on trying to ask him questions.
"What was your-"
"Where are the other patients? I only see three people besides us in here." Alois asked.
Claude stared at Alois with a stern expression. Was that a hint of irritation leaking through his features?
'Oops.' Alois thought.
Claude gave a quick quiet chuckle, composing himself before answering. "Today is visitation day. The other patients are with their visitors."
Alois' eyes brightened. Maybe he could convince his parents to let him leave! "Are my parents here? Can I see them?"
"Well, since you were admitted today, on visitation day, you will have to wait until the next one to see your parents." The doctor kept his eyes locked on the boy, watching for his reaction.
Alois slouched his shoulders and continued to look off to the side uninterested, just as he had been doing before. "When's the next one?"
"In one month."
Alois whipped his head in Claude's direction. His eyes widened and he was gripping the edge of the table with both hands. "A.. m-month?!" His voice wavered.
"Yes. Surely you didn't think you'd stay here just for a few days?" Claude questioned with a smile.
Alois' eyes started to wander all about the room. His breathing hitched. "I can't stay here for a whole damn month! I don't even need to be here! I've been here for a few hours, some of which I spent unconscious because you and your damn- whatever it was you gave me- and I already hate it! I need to leave. I don't belong here, goddammit!" Alois was starting to have a panic attack and his words were gushing out.
Claude sat back and examined Alois' behavior. 'Keep going.' the doctor encouraged in his mind.
"I'm not crazy. I'm not insane. I'm fine! I'm fucking FINE!" Alois stood up and tried to make a break for the exit. He needed to get out. He couldn't take this anymore. He wasn't supposed to be here.
William who was silently standing by the doors the entire time blocked them so Alois couldn't get out. He glared down at the young child. Alois tried to push the nurse aside but was only grabbed and turned around to face Claude.
"I- I just want to go home! Please! Dammit! Let go!" Alois tossed and turned and thrashed in William's arms. The boy threw his head back and let out a piercing scream.
"No one will fucking listen to me!" He yelled.
Claude walked up to the boy and simply stated, "I want to listen to you, Alois, but not when you act like an immature child. If I wanted to work with annoying brats all day, I would have been a pediatrician." Alois continued to struggle and yell, cursing at the two adults.
"...Contain him." Claude commanded. The doctor walked around the two and left the cafeteria. The boy could swear he saw a hint of a smirk.
Alois screamed even louder as he felt the same sensation in his neck as earlier in the day. "No! Stop! Please. ...please.. sto..." The boy slowly became dead weight in the nurse's arms as he was dragged back into the darkness once again.
Claude slammed his fist down on his desk.
"Dammit!" The doctor fell back in his desk chair. He starred at nothing for a moment before loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt.
'We won't make any progress if he keeps lashing out like that,' Claude mused.
It's not as if he wants to knock the boy out every time he has a fit that he can't help, but what was he supposed to do? Alois was so far gone into his panic attack that he wouldn't even listen let alone try to calm down.
Claude reached across his desk and grabbed the boy's file and began to flip through it again for the fifth time today.
"God.." Claude muttered to himself as he reread things about the boy. His face twisted in disgust at certain parts, one part in particular.
The doctor glanced up at the clock to realize that it's 9:00 p.m. and a buzzer went off throughout the building notifying everyone that the doors to the patients' rooms are now locked.
'This is not going to be an easy one.' Claude concluded in his mind.
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