Chapter Ten
Finally all of the new clients at the so called fabulous Rushing Rivers Recovery have been gathered together for they're next meeting. Sitting at the big round table every one had a chair beside there new partner and a plate of snacks in front of them. But there attention wasn't on there food or friends but rather the two new doctors that walked into the room.
One man was tall with red hair pulled back into a pony tail. He had on a pair of black framed glasses and a slim but cute face. He smiled a crooked little smile while waving at the group of patients but stayed hidden behind the second doctor. He was slightly taller and had black hair slicked back out of his face, his smile was white and bright and there was no hiding his handsome good looks. "Good evening everyone it's nice to finally meet you all, I am Dr. Kylent and this is my assistant Dr. Lyndell." The dark haired man said while pulling his assistant out in front of him. "I know you are all just starting to settle in, but you see here is the thing. I like to get started on business right away. So I won't play around with you as long as you don't play with me. How does that sound?"
The doctor looked around at every one and he could tell they were in deep thought.
"Well our game plane is that every day we will give you a challenge around lunch time. Its up to you and your partner to complete that challenge before the next morning. Because that Is when you and your partner will meet with either I or and we will go over your progress. Each of these challenges all have a reason behind them and they will have you overcome your fears." "Excuse me Dr. Kylent?" "Yes Wendy?" "When will these challenges start?" "Well now, it seems our files were right about you, always trying to stay on top of things." Wendy sank into her chair a little after that and she could hear Cartman chuckle a little. "Your actual challenge is about to be given to you today. It should be easy to understand that this will be a huge step in your recoveries."
"I don't really like the sound of this.." Stan said in a low voice. "Well it will be difficult for some of you. But it was just get easier from here. After you have all finished your lunch I would like for you to all retire to your rooms for the night, dinner will be delivered to you. But before you all fall asleep I would like for you to switch folders with your partners. In the back of your folders is a paper explaining your phobias. You will share this with your partner and I would appreciate it if you could answer any questions they have."
"That's not likely." Georgie said crossing his arms, every one else couldn't help but agree with him. That's there private business they should be aloud to keep to themselves. "I'm afraid that tomorrow morning if your partner cannot tell us about your fears, then we will have no choice but to send you back home. We do not play around here, and I mean it." With that the doctor stood up to make his way out of the room leaving Dr. Lyndell to follow behind but not before giving them a small smile.
Once every one finished there lunch no one was in a hurry to leave the table. "Guys I think it would be best if we just did what the doctor said. I mean we already made it this far, do we really want to go home after one day?" Kenny asked the group. "No, but do we really want to share our folders?" Kyle spoke up, he met eyes with Stan who was seated across the table and he really wished they didn't have assigned seats right now. "Maybe it won't be so bad. I mean we all have something to hide and we feel embarrassed by it so why not just share it." The raven added. "Because maybe, some of us like our privacy? Ever think of that Marsh?" Cartman was pissed. He did not want his partner snooping threw his life.
"Oh Eric, I'm sure it's not so bad." Wendy tried but was cut off when the brunette stood up angrily "How do you know? Huh? I bet we all are pretty fucked up! Why else would our parents send us to some freak place?" He didn't wait long for a answer storming out towards his room. Every one just sat there quietly looking at each other. "Ngh-hes right man, were all screwed up. So maybe sharing would make us less screwed up!" Tweek yelled out, looking towards Craig. He always knew his boyfriend had some serious problems, but they would never talk about it. So he was hopeful that Clyde would get him to open up. "Well really what do we have to lose?" Kenny asked every one, and they all silently agreed and stood up to start making there way back to there room. Some taking longer than others.
Kyle knew he was smiling like a school girl but he didn't care, when Stan had his arms wrapped around him like that he really didn't care about much. "mmm I really wish I was your partner." He said pressing his face into the taller boy's chest. "Hm, me too. No snuggling with Gregory tonight got it? I know how you like those smart boys." Stan said burying his face in those red locks he loved so much. Kyle looked up to his boyfriend with his bright green eyes and said "I won't snuggle with him, as long as you don't cuddle up to your partner. You know how you get around dirty boys." They both started to laugh some and Stan held onto Kyle tighter then sadly started to pull away but not before a kiss on the four head. "You better start heading back to your room. Ill see you in the morning?" He asked the shorter boy. "Of course." Kyle turned around to start heading towards there room but not before he heard his boyfriend yell loud and proud "I love you Kyle!" He slowly turned around to see Stan standing there with a cheeky grin "I love you too Stan." He said turning back around to go to his room. But this time he had a nice warm feeling inside.
Four hours later one room was filled with screams and the only light coming from the T.V. and of course the lamp beside the bed. "Dude, I am getting tired, but this movie is so sick." Clyde said to Craig trying his best to keep his eyes open. Once the boys came back to there room earlier neither spoke about the folders, instead they played a game of cards got changed into some comfy clothes and started to watch some horror films. Craig turned to look at his friend, Clyde had changed into some pj pants kind of like his only Craig's had little red racer cars on them and they both had on baggy T-shirts. But Clyde's death grip on the lamp post didn't go un noticed either.
"Hey, don't fall asleep yet." He said to the brunette. "Dude don't worry, I told you those doctors won't try to come in our room. Besides I already locked the door for you." Craig knew his cheeks were hot with embarrassment, Clyde always watched out for him when it came to stuff like that. "No, I mean. We need to look at those stupid folders before we fall asleep.." He finally said and he seen how Clyde's eyes opened wide at that. "Uh, yea man your right hold on ill get them there on top of the dresser." He said letting go of his lamp to get up and go fetch the folders. When he went to hand Craig his he seen how the smaller boys eyes were looking towards any where but Clyde. So he climbed up onto the bed sitting criss cross in front of his best friend holding onto said boy's folder.
"You already know, I won't make you talk about this … right?" Craig looked up to Clyde and un intently flicked him off. "Sorry. This just isn't something I like to you know.. Remember." Craig replied putting his finger back, he hated how thick his voice got when he started to talk about this stuff. He liked it when his voice was plain and boring, the way he wished his life could be. "How about this we can just open them up. Read them to ourselves real quick then we won't talk about it. We will just go to sleep?" Craig nodded his head in agreement and looked the other boy in the eyes for a few seconds, "On the count of three." Clyde whispered and at the same they both mouth "one, two, three."
Craig opened his folder fast turning to the back page, he knew what he would find there but he still had a gut wrenching horrible feeling knowing this was about his best friend, and he also knew what his best friend was reading and he why. Griping the folder tightly in his hands Craig finally found what he was looking for and read "Clyde Donavan, Age eighteen. Nyctophobia, meaning fear of the dark. Severe phobia caused by past trauma. Patient is known to break down and hide in the dark claiming to see his mother. In past history patient was admitted into the hospital due to self.." Craig closed the folder shut tight. He had read enough. He looked up to see Clyde still looking down at his folder and his eyes were starting to become foggy thinking about what he was reading. "Craig Tucker, Age eighteen, Adrophpoia, meaning fear of men. Genophobia, meaning fear of sexual encounters. Severe phobia is caused by past trauma and abuse. Patient has suffered for three years due too.." The folder in Clyde's hands was snapped shut and he looked up to see a teary eyed Craig holding both folders tightly in his hands and he just sort of lost it.
"Oh dude, I don't want to do this, I don't want you to have to do this. You shouldn't have to talk about this again it isn't fair." Clyde couldn't help the tears that started to fall down his own cheeks and they just fell harder when he seen his best friend look away with his shoulders shaking. But then Craig threw the folders to the ground putting both middle fingers up at them. Then he took the remote shutting the t.v. off and just laid down. He didn't want to think about this, he just wanted to sleep and he's grateful that Clyde got the message because even though he kept his lamp on he laid him self down for bed too. It didn't feel weird for them to share a bed but when they both heard the other still silently well almost silently crying Craig felt no choice but to roll over and hide his face in the taller boy's chest. He hated it when he got emotional and even though he's the only one who knows it; his best friend is the only person who has ever made him feel this safe. So when Clyde wrapped his arms around him well that didn't feel weird either.
A/N I'm really sleepy so I hope this isn't crap.
Sorry for any mistakes and sorry for the shortness.
Thank you always for the reviews and criticism.