Chapter 3: The Session
Enoch's first full week of being in the institution went by quickly. By the next Friday, it was session time again. Enoch was supposed to have a therapy session every day considering he was a high alert patient, but Olive was busy with other patients so he got switched over to once a week until everything had calmed down.
Olive sat down at her desk at 7 am sharp. She was a very punctual Person and liked to arrive early to everything .If you're not early, you're late her mother had always told her. Olive scanned through her appointment times, smiling. Her first few patients were very unproblematic. Olive enjoyed her patients because she liked to help them. The patients were diagnosed with many things from Anxiety to eating disorders. The mornings is when Olive dealt with the patients who were not in the ward.
Enoch smirked to himself as he sat up in his bed. It was Friday, a great day because he got to see his hot doctor again. Enoch wasn't going to lie, he had some vulgar thoughts about his doctor, but hey, she was young and hot as fuck. Enoch wasn't going to lie, his voices decided to fuck around with him at night mainly. Enoch smiled slightly when he heard Olive's soft British accent. Olive laughed at one of the other doctors, unable to quite hear what they said to each other, he just groaned softly.
"alright, Doctor let's get this over with, yeah?" Enoch mumbled as Olive finally unlocked his door. " patience, Enoch. I'm coming" she grinned back at him, sitting down at her usual spot. " oh yeah, you will be" he smirked devilishly, making olives eyes roll. " enough of this sexual talk, come on now. We're here to be serious." Olive smiled and pulled her pen out of her coat.
" so, will you tell me what's been going on today, now?"
" Yeah, what do you wanna know"
" how you're feeling, how your voices are.. just all of that"
Enoch took a deep breath and sighed softly. " the voices have been talking nonstop.. I don't know what to do about it" he pouted trying to pull some sympathy out of the red headed woman. She didn't answer, but nodded.
" okay, we'll discuss that more in a minute. How have you been adjusting?"
" why don't you tell me how you're doing since our chat?" He smirked, watching Olive squirm uncomfortably in her seat. Olive rubbed her collarbone slowly, the bruise that was decorating her skin felt even more painful than before.
" I'm alright, just.. sore from you pushing me against that wall" she mumbled back, writing down notes about his actions.
" will you tell me about any of your victims?"
" why should I tell you about them? I don't want your help!" He snapped, growling at her with his thick Scottish accent.
Olive nodded once more and sighed " fine, Im going to put in a prescription for your medicine. I'll come by on Monday to tell you about your dosage and to answer any questions. Please try not to misbehave anymore. I really want to help you, Enoch. I think I could help if you opened up to me" she whispered softly, standing up " I'll see you, Enoch. " she nodded and waved back at him.
Olive sighed, putting in her notes for the day, rubbing her temples. " I wish he would trust me.. he's the only patient I ever had that wouldn't trust me.. I don't know why" she mumbled to herself, signing again. " maybe I need some tea." Olive got up from her desk, gasping when she noticed the time. It was around 8 pm now, 3 hours passed the time she was supposed to be done with work. Olive knew she shouldn't wonder the halls but she wanted her tea so badly. Damn her and her tea obsession!
The hall was dimly lit now as Olive made her way down, her heels clicked across the floor and she perked up upon hearing a familiar voice. What was Enoch doing? Olive sighed, walking over to his room, peaking in and noticing him sitting with his back facing her, his face pressed against the wall as he mumbled to himself. Enoch grumbled and growled like an animal. Olive wasn't sure what was going on with him but it wasn't uncommon for it to happen with patients like this. Olive sighed, saying firmly but politely " Enoch? It's okay.. it's Dr. Elephanta.." she waited for a response. When he didn't respond, Olive unlocked the door, coming in and gently kneeling down " Enoch? Hey.. it's me.." she gently touched his shoulder.
Enoch snapped immediately, yelling and shoving her off of him. " DONT TOUCH ME YOU WHORE! THATS ALL YOULL EVER BE! " he yelled like a madman, shaking uncontrollably. " no! No! It's Olive! I'm the doctor! I'm here to help" Olive tried to soothe him, but was obviously going nowhere. Olive backed up slowly, waiting.
Enoch mumbled once more, now calm. " Olive? " he whispered, recognising the woman to be his doctor and not who he thought it was. " oh my god, I'm so sorry.. I didn't.. oh.. " he whispered, Walking over and grabbing her wrists gently in his own. The gesture was extremely delicate and unfamiliar to him but he felt as if he needed to comfort her. " I hurt you? Again?" He asked, stroking her smooth skin gently. Olive swallowed and looked up into his Amber eyes, biting her lip. " I'm fine. Don't worry.. I.. Yeah.." She stammered and broke away, practically running out of the room.
Oh shit! I can't feel this way about a patient!
