I do not own Marvel, Spider-Man or any of the characters associated with the franchise – just my ideas and Hayley my OC.

It was nine in the morning, bright and early, and Harry could hear a lot of commotion outside his cell. He supposed it was to do with the medical exam he had scheduled today. Usually when he knew the guards were about to enter, Harry would be up, ready and waiting, to avoid any mistreatment. The guards, especially Colin, always liked to give him a good kick or whack where they knew Hayley wouldn't notice. Somehow, those types of men always chose the places that hurt the most but would bruise the least. If their rage wasn't directed at him then Harry could appreciate the guards' precision and commitment to their position. He scratched his ankle where a scab had formed from their most recent assault – military boots were lethal.

He whistled the Jeopardy theme, announcing how bored he was of waiting. The metal door swung open forcefully and caused him to flinch slightly.

Clearly Colin was on a power trip today, Harry thought.

It was then that Hayley entered. She looked like she hadn't slept a wink the previous night, confirmed by the huge bags under those dim watery green eyes. Harry was momentarily shocked at how rough his nurse now appeared; her beautiful hair laid limp down and around her face, no longer in its usual sophisticated style. Her clothes were the same from the previous day but dishevelled, and there was a slight hunch to her back. Harry wasn't stupid; anyone with two brain cells could tell she was in trouble. He wondered why she turned up for work at all – had the other staff not noticed her fragile state? A part of him thought this might be a reaction to the kiss he'd forced upon her, but that conclusion quickly vanished when Hayley flashed him a warm and kind smile. So brave was his girl that she even tried to stand a little straighter to hide her obvious pain, just for him.

At this, Harry stood and walked towards her, lifting his hands to stroke the loose hair around her face.

"H…Harry, behave, please," she whispered, voice cracking slightly like it distressed her even to talk.

"Be honest with…"

"Not now, Harry, please," Hayley pleaded again jerking her hair out of his grasp, "We have a session later. Please, just wait until then."

A loud persistent knock from outside caused her to turn, jumping from the sudden noise.

She quickly turned to face Harry again. "This will be a full physical medical examination and they will probably prod and poke you, a lot. There will be many doctors and guards, and they will probably irritate you, antagonise you, and try to abuse their power because they can!" she warned in a hurried hushed voice. "I will be with you as much as I can. Please, do, not, kill, anyone."

Harry reached for her again, this time to collect a single tear that had rolled down her pale cheek during her little speech. He brought up the finger that held the droplet, scrutinized it with his penetrating eyes, and then tapped Hayley on the nose. The sudden playful action brought her out of the comatose sadness that plagued her. She seemed to wake up briefly, cocking an eyebrow at him and rolling her eyes, though with none of her usual spark.

The cell door opened abruptly, with an impatient cough from Colin to notify Hayley of their imminent departure. She smiled at Harry again though it didn't quite reach her eyes. The pair silently walked over to the exit and out into the brightly lit corridor.

Immediately, Colin and another guard grabbed Harry's cuffed arms, standing on either side of him to minimise an escape attempt. There were an additional two armoured guards behind him with guns poised, and another pair flagging Hayley in front of him; she appeared even more fragile now. Wordlessly, the troupe advanced down the passage towards an unknown destination. Harry could feel Colin's grip on his arm starting to bruise. What prevented him from ripping the piercings from the mans face, was Hayley acting like a nervous wreck.

As they walked past Room 125, Harry noticed a bald man with tattoos on his face glaring out the cell door window. The two exchanged eye contact. He made a mental note of the cell number before focusing back to Hayley who was talking.

Another man, this time with a crooked nose and yellow teeth, was conversing with the nurse through the bars of his door. The Ravencroft institute was situated at an old prison but had had to extend its architecture to accommodate the vast quantity of inmates and medical practises it offered. This meant some cells had bar doors from the old building, whereas Harry's room was high security from the new expansion.

"… disappointed, very disappointed with the verdict MJ!"

"We've been making good progress Kinsey…" Hayley said.

"Progress? Progress! Then why am I still in here, hmmm? Why am I not out in New York fucking some pretty little redhead…"

"Oi! Shut it freak!" threatened the prison guard on Hayley's left, whacking his baton against the bars. "Come on lads, we're late!"

He fully expected the strange inmate to eyeball him like many of the others had, especially since Harry was a relatively new prisoner in comparison to the lifers. However, his blood started to boil when he noticed that Kinsey was too preoccupied staring at someone else. The eyes of that slime ball were raking up and down Hayley's slight figure; the man seemed beside himself, breathing heavily, obsessively biting his nails like he was trying to restrain himself. Harry could recognise the look of lust when he saw it. And it made him angry. He could feel the Goblin inside wanting to emerge and creating chaos.

As they continued on, drawing closer to the North wing, Hayley turned to see how her patient was coping. Harry's jaw was rigid, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration and he was walking like a man ready to strike. It scared her to death to see him so close to breaking. She didn't want the Goblin to come out, not today of all days! Today was too important to her and for him for it to turn sour.

Hayley subtly coughed to catch his attention. Immediately his head snapped up to focus on her, causing Hayley to smile faintly at the intense look in his eyes. Behind her back Hayley made a 'v' sign with her good hand. He snorted at her swearing, recognising it as an attempt to prevent a sudden psychosis episode with her ridiculousness.

Unfortunately Harry's reaction only caused the guards on his arms to tighten their grip. He gritted his teeth trying hard not to hiss at the pain – he knew guards got off on crap like that.

The heavily armoured group came to a halt outside a mechanised glass door marked 'North wing'. One of the guards walked forward and punched in a numerical code on the security panel at a furious speed.

Hayley was dreading going inside. The North wing was the most sophisticated area in Ravencroft, housing all the gadgets and technology that the late Doctor Kafka enjoyed torturing his patients with. This included the medical labs, an intensive treatment centre, interrogation rooms, and the voltage cells that once held Electro. All the highest standing doctors at the institute had their offices situated in the North wing. Hayley didn't know how they could stand to work in a wing where screaming could be heard every hour like clockwork.

Once inside the dreaded North wing, a tall man with black hair, glasses, and horrendous acne bounded forward holding a clipboard. Harry snorted again and flipped his bangs elegantly upon seeing how this new man was, like many others, ogling at Hayley like he'd never seen a girl in his life. He didn't feel threatened by this guy, unlike Kinsey.

There is no way geek boy here would ever have a chance with my Hayley, Harry thought.

It was almost sad seeing the lad trying to impress her.

"Doctor Hayley I presume?"

"Er, no, I'm only a therapist, I mean nurse," Hayley said irritated – she may have her doctorate in Psychiatry but there was no way Doctor Scott would employ her as anything other than a nurse. Regardless of the fact that she was a practising psychiatrist for twenty of Ravencroft's inmates. "You can call me Hayley or Miss Carmichael if you prefer."

"Hayley it is. I'm assistant Doctor Ross Cooper," Ross spoke happily, extending his sweaty palm towards Hayley for an official handshake. It made Harry want to kill him for even touching her. "Well, I'll show you to the treatment room we've prepared for Mr Osborn's visit."

And with a dramatic swish of his lab coat, Ross led the group away from the entrance and into the bowels of the North wing. As if on cue, a patient's scream could be heard echoing in one of the surrounding rooms. Ross didn't seem to mind as he started to chat away animatedly to Hayley as if the guards and Harry didn't even exist.

"So, Hayley. That is the Goblin? Doesn't seem very impressive now does he," Ross said confidently, "Looks like every other rich kid I've seen! Bet he has a daddy complex too…"

"If you would, Doctor Cooper, I'd try not to antagonise my patient," she snapped, "We wouldn't want you getting hurt." Hayley then flashed Harry a cheeky smile when he let out a cackling laugh.

"Er, right, yeah." Ross looked nervously at the cuffed man behind him then back to the ginger nurse, "So you're his therapist yeah?"

"That's correct, Einstein, Ginge is my psychiatrist. Why, have you got daddy issues?" Harry interrupted smugly – he really did not like this guy.

When Colin made a move to hit him for speaking, Hayley quickly intervened, "Do not attack my patient Colin! It is a vital part of his therapy that he be allowed to speak his mind in any situation, regardless of what he says being positive or negative!"

Harry let out another series of laughs, realising that his girl was talking a load of bull. Even though she appeared fragile and Harry knew she wasn't feeling good today, he had to admire her inner strength in these situations.

Trying to advance on his question, Ross spoke again, "Do you treat Schultz? Or Kasady?"

"I treat a number of inmates at Ravencroft, Doctor Cooper, and, as a psychiatrist, I never discuss my patients," Hayley said sharply, wanting to end the conversation.

Fortunately for Hayley, they had finally reached their destination of treatment room 9. There were a number of people waiting for the group when they entered, but only four that Hayley recognised; the old West wing guards Bill and Ernie, the highly renowned Doctor Poland, and, unfortunately, Doctor Scott. There were also three other men, whom Hayley could see were assistant nurses and doctors like Ross. The room was feeling rather cramped, and the two guards who had accompanied Hayley's side on their journey, as well as the gun wielding ones behind Harry, turned to leave, their mission accomplished.

With the treatment room door now closed, Hayley suddenly realised that she was the only female in the room.

"Ah, Mr Osborn. You're looking extremely well," Doctor Poland stated, observing the obvious changes in Harry's appearance since the last time they met – Poland had been present when the Goblin had first been brought to Ravencroft. He scribbled down a few notes on his clipboard before turning to Ross, "Cooper, please take Mr Osborn to the adjoining room so he can change into a gown."

Ross nodded a little too enthusiastically before leading Harry and two guards towards the changing room. Hayley made a move to follow.

"Not you Miss Carmichael. I think Mr Osborn would prefer some privacy hmmm? Hence the all male medical staff," Doctor Poland smiled.

"I think Harry would prefer me to be present."

"Oh, would he?" said Doctor Scott, his voice laced with insinuation.

Realising what she had just inferred, Hayley blushed furiously at her mistake, "Er, um, what I mean is, as his therapist, I need to be present throughout this physical to ensure no harm comes to my patient and the progress we've been making." When Doctor Scott began to protest, she continued, "We wouldn't want Mr Osborn to experience a psychotic episode and I not be nearby, would we?"

"Very well Miss Carmichael," responded Doctor Poland anxious to begin, "But I think Mr Osborn does not need you to help him undress. So you will stay here in the examination room."

"Of course, Doctor Poland," relented Hayley who was still bright red.

She watched Harry leave the room; he gave her a wink, his smirk full of playful charm. Hayley prayed that he wouldn't kill anyone in the fifteen minutes they were apart.

The doctors were silent whilst they waited for Harry to return, and truthfully, it put Hayley on edge. Instead of prepping his assistants, Doctor Poland was simply staring at the door. It was starting to unnerve her how calm and collected they all were, like they had a plan of action that she wasn't in on. But then, when was she ever kept in the know when it came to Harry?

It was surprising to see him without his jumpsuit and hand and feet cuffs; Harry seemed to glide back into the room as if he owned the place, his rich boy persona in full swing, rubbing his wrists and cracking his knuckles. He captivated Hayley. Even in a medical gown Harry oozed sophistication.

When he saw the auburn girl gazing at him, her gave her another mischievous wink and one of his dazzling smiles. She wouldn't have minded so much if the whole room of doctors hadn't noticed too. Doctor Scott gave her a rather disgusted look.

"If you please, Mr Osborn, would you take a seat on medical bed," instructed Doctor Poland, snapping on a pair of disposable surgical gloves and adjusting the stethoscope around his neck. Once Harry had complied, swinging his legs in a bored manner, the doctor approached, placing the stethoscope bell on his gown-covered chest. "Breathe in and out, nice and deep, perfect."

The doctor continued the physical by inspecting Harry's eyes, ears, nose and mouth, whilst barking his findings to Ross and the others who were keenly noting it all down on their clipboards.

Colin, Ernie and Bill were situated behind the medical bed, not too close but not too far in case Harry tried to refuse or attack anyone. This meant that Hayley had somehow ended up standing next to Doctor Scott, who kept glaring down at her. She tried to ignore him by keeping focused on Harry. Hayley felt like there wasn't enough air in the room; knowing that he didn't particularly like to be touched made her hold her breath every time Doctor Poland inspected a new body part. She had to admit that Harry was doing extremely well and she thought he would have refused by now. What seemed to be keeping him calm was how his eyes never drifted from Hayley.

"Teeth seem slightly discoloured, lips are dry, hair in good condition…"

"Could do with a trim though, right Doc?" Harry smirked doing his usual fringe flip, "Though, I'd prefer a real hairdresser and not some Sweeny Todd doctor."

Hayley tried to conceal a laugh by having a very unattractive coughing fit, which only made Harry's smirk widen.

Looking between the two, Doctor Scott narrowed his eyes, growing exceedingly suspicious at their behaviour. Doctor Poland seemed a bit ruffled by Harry's sudden desire to talk but continued.

Grabbing his hand, Doctor Poland inspected Harry's nails, "Patient's nails appear yellowed, longer than usual, extremely hard, almost talon like… in need of a good manicure, hmmm." The doctor guffawed at his own joke, with his assistants joining him, and Ross adding an occasional snort.

Harry looked less than impressed and ripped his hand out of the doctor's grasp.

"Toenails appear the same way," piped up Ross kneeling down by Harry's feet, "Has lacerations on his ankles, probably caused by continual use of restraining cuffs. Bruising and scabbing can also be seen on the right ankle."

Another assistant chimed in, "Cuffs have also cut significantly into Mr Osborn's wrists."

"Yes, yes, make a note of your observations and mark them down on the diagram," ordered Doctor Poland who had begun taking Harry's blood pressure. "Now, Mr Osborn, if you could untie the back of your gown so we can evaluate your chest and back."

Giving the doctor a look that could kill, Harry huffily reached behind his neck, undid the tie, and allowed the gown the drop around his waist.

Hayley gasped at finally seeing the full extent of the green sores on his body. It was horrific that he had been suffering for so long; similar to the one on his neck, Harry had three large wounds that appeared angry and irritated, weeping with blood and goodness knows what. And Hayley hadn't seen his back yet! Regardless of the lesions, his body was smooth, well toned and with a hint of muscle. Hayley couldn't stop her eyes from wandering.

Motioning to Ross, Doctor Poland continued, "Cooper, if you could inspect the wounds on Mr Osborn's body…"

"Touch me and you're dead," Harry hissed at the young doctor.

"Am I hearing you correct, Mr Osborn," jumped in Doctor Scott, walking forwards, "Are you refusing to be examined?"

Before Harry could growl "yes", Hayley rushed towards the doctors, "No. No, Mr Osborn is not refusing at all! I think, doctor, that what my patient means, is that he would prefer for Doctor Cooper not to examine him. Perhaps a doctor of his choice or one he is more familiar with."

"And pray tell where would we find such a doctor?" snapped Doctor Scott, thoroughly irritated by this absolute farce happening in his institute.

"You don't have to look far, doctor," Harry retorted smoothly "I think Miss Carmichael is fully qualified to dress and clean wounds, wouldn't you agree?" He was getting sick of everyone talking about him like he was invisible, making his choices for him. He was the Harry Osborn dammit!

"Very well, very well, let's just get on with it!" Doctor Poland uttered, almost as annoyed as Doctor Scott. "Take the disinfectant and bandages from Cooper, if you please Miss Carmichael."

Hayley walked forward, a bit nervous with all male eyes now directed at her, and awkwardly took the First Aid box from Ross. She gently placed it on the bed beside Harry, fumbling slightly opening the rubbing alcohol. Bringing a soaked cotton ball to the lesion on his neck, Hayley carefully wiped around the area to sterilise the surrounding skin before placing it directly on the wound. Harry hissed and jerked away slightly, though did not voice his discomfort.

Continuing methodically, Hayley cleaned and dressed the following three sores on his front, while the room looked on in silence. All Hayley could hear were Harry and hers breathing, keeping hers calm and steady so he could focus on her pattern and match it if the pain became too much. She almost completely forgot that there were seven other people in the room.

Having worked in Ravencroft for a year Hayley had seen her fair share of naked bodies. There had once been an incident where there was a prisoner riot in the lunchroom and some of the more mentally disturbed had removed their clothes – she had seen it all that day.

Of course, Hayley had been in close contact with her patient before, but this was different. His skin was so smooth under her tiny hands; she felt electricity running through her fingers, sparking when they came in contact with his solid shoulders, toned chest and abdomen. She felt him shudder slightly, letting out a low breathy growl when she attended to the large sore near his hip. Unconsciously, one of Hayley's fingers on the hand she had pressed against his chest to steady herself, slowing caressed the skin under it.

The movement was too minute for the doctors to see but Harry could feel it. He committed to memory the way her fingers felt against his bare skin and how her hair smelt like raspberries, so soft and silky when it tickled him on occasion.

If there weren't three guards and an army of useless doctors in the room, Harry thought, I would continue what I started when we kissed.

Fortunately there were only a couple of small wounds on Harry's back, more the beginnings of serious lesions than fully formed ones like on his front. Hayley made her work quick and placed plasters on the cuts. Once done, she stood back for the other doctors to survey her medical efficiency.

Harry smirked at the judgemental physicians knowing they hated watching the young nurse be gentle when they would have been brash.

"Quite good Miss Carmichael, obviously you've been watching a lot of medical shows."

The assistants and Poland laughed at Doctor Scott's demeaning joke, whilst Harry scowled angrily at their obvious sexist prejudice. He could see Hayley forcing a small smile although her whole body looked physically dejected and saddened at her abilities being mocked. She moved away from Harry and the group of doctors, her purpose now done. It made him livid to see Hayley subjected to such mistreatment by her peers. Harry could hear the Goblin shouting in his mind about killing everyone in the room. As much as that sounded like a perfect punishment, he had to keep control. Only Hayley seemed to spot how his fists clenched.

"We need to extract more blood from you Mr Osborn. I trust Miss Carmichael does not need to assist in this process?" Doctor Poland said sarcastically.

Harry's eyes narrowed at the doctor's request but held out his arm and submitted to their testing.

Hayley could see that Harry wasn't happy, that he was desperately trying to conceal his frustration and control the Goblin from emerging. It made her heart soar to know that he was trying so hard. However she was afraid that the memory of the last time his blood was taken might resurface in his subconscious and cause a psychotic episode.

Once the blood was taken and the needle removed, Harry shuddered and rubbed his arm. He was sick of being poked and prodded; he needed this to be over with. Now.

Retying the gown so that he was covered again, Harry jumped up from the bed, making everyone else in the room tense and take a step back. The three guards behind were ready to pounce but waited for him to make the first move.

"Are we done?" Harry yawned whilst inspecting his talon nails, fully acting like the stuck-up rich boy they all expected him to be.

"If you would step on the scales we'll record your weight and then your height Mr Osborn," instructed Doctor Poland walking Harry over to near the wall where the measurements were to be taken.

He complied without fuss but continued to look thoroughly exasperated to still be in the treatment room for over an hour.

Whilst Harry's height was being taken, Hayley was steeling herself to discuss an important matter that had been bugging her for some time. Turning to Doctor Scott, she plucked up the courage to ask him an imperative question.

"Erm, Doctor Scott," Hayley stuttered nervously, "Would we be able to arrange a meeting this week? I have an important matter I'd like…"

"There are certainly things we need to discuss Miss Carmichael," Doctor Scott said sharply, "Come to my office in an hour after your session with Mr Osborn today."

"T…Today? Tomorrow would be fine also…"

Hayley and Doctor Scott were suddenly interrupted by a loud aggressive shout; Harry, breathing heavily, was backed against the wall yelling and snarling at the surrounding doctors. He was sweating, with the veins on his neck pulsing rapidly and a deathly green glow in his once sparkling blue eyes. The guards were on him in an instant, slamming his body to the ground whilst he fought, bit and scratched to get free.

Hayley screamed in horror as Colin and the others started to strike any of Harry's exposed body parts with their fists and batons. Meanwhile, Doctor Poland and Ross were preparing a large syringe with a sedative.

Racing towards the fight, Hayley started to shriek, "STOP! What are you doing?! He hasn't done anything! Why are you doing this? STOP! PLEASE!"

She had never witnessed such brutality up close and it terrified her. Seeing Colin raise his fist to bring down a devastating blow on Harry's head, Hayley made a split second decision. Pushing past the assistant doctors, she flung herself towards Harry, accepting Colin's punch instead. The strike had her reeling with its intensity and Hayley collapsed to the floor with tears streaming down her face.

Everyone stopped.

Hayley seized the moment of motionless silence, "Will someone tell me, WHY MY PATIENT IS BEING TREATED THIS WAY?" She winced at the pain in her jaw that talking had caused, touching her lip to feel it bleeding.

"Mr Osborn refused the genitalia and rectal examination part of his physical," Doctor Poland explained quietly, still clutching the sedative loaded syringe, "We also need to take some samples for the lab."

"He has every right to refuse!" spat Hayley, glaring at the older doctor.

"That is where you are wrong Miss Carmichael," smiled Doctor Scott gleefully, "As a patient at Ravencroft, Mr Osborn has no rights."

"This whole process has caused my patient significant mental damage, and as his psychiatrist…"

"Oh, but you are not his psychiatrist, not really." Doctor Scott bent over Hayley, who was still crumpled on the floor, using his position to intimidate her, "You are employed as nurse, and only a nurse, Miss Carmichael. So you see, you really have no say in the matter." The doctor's manic smile only widened upon seeing fresh tears streaming down her crumpled face, "Ernie, will you please escort Miss Carmichael back to the West wing – use as much force as you see fit."

"No! NO! You can't do this. STOP!" Hayley screamed at the top of her lungs and began to cry harder as she felt the guard grab her waist, practically carrying her towards the exit.

Watching his broken therapist fighting to keep him safe only fuelled Harry's anger. With a fresh burst of energy he roared at the remaining guards and began to struggle against their hold. He wanted to kill them, he wanted to tear them limb from limb.

The Goblin was breaking through the cracks.

The last thing Hayley saw as Ernie lugged her out of the room, were the Goblin's green filled eyes bearing into her own, while Doctor Poland stabbed the syringe into his shaking arm.

Ernie had locked her inside Room 136 because whenever he let her go, Hayley would just start running back to the North wing. Nothing the guard could say or do would calm her in that moment.

A thousand things were racing through Hayley's mind, unsure of what Doctor Scott and Poland would do to Harry now that he was sedated and she no longer in the room. It terrified her imagining all the horrific tests they could be doing to him. Hayley knew that the doctors' were capable of indecent medical practise. Doctor Kafka was a power hungry evil man whom Hayley had never had the displeasure of meeting, but had heard the horrendous stories. Torture, under the guise of medical science, had been conducted on Max Dillon, which had resulted in Kafka's death.

No doubt Doctor Scott was eager to take up his partner's mantle.

She sat alone, knees against her chest, hair curtaining her devastated face from the harrowing world beyond Harry's cell. Hayley had given up trying to escape from his room after fifteen minutes of continuous shouting for help and banging her fists on the metal door – if the incarcerated could not escape Ravencroft's confines, then what hope did she have?

The room was claustrophobic, cold and isolating, making Hayley feel small and useless.

I'm just a girl, Hayley thought, what can I do? What could I even do?

Time was lost to her, its concept removed with the lack of a watch or any way to tell of its progression. Hayley estimated that she'd been waiting for an hour but to her it felt like years. It made her reflect on her own years of solitude she had endured at the destructive burning hands of fire. Her world had been shattered that day. Her world had been removed, reshaped and reformed with the rapid decline of her own self worth and place in the world.

Hayley sighed, thinking that it was ironic that she'd even become a psychiatrist.

Having never spent time in a cell other than with her patients, Hayley was beginning to think that maybe those with serious psychosis should not be imprisoned in one. The isolation was getting to her and she dreaded to think how it affected prisoners on a daily basis. Especially Harry, who had experienced no love or stable relationships. Loneliness for him was normal but not without harmful consequence. Loosing his mother so young had exposed Harry to Norman Osborn's wrath; a vulnerable child with only a distant and abusive father to learn human emotion from. It had left him cold and hardened, driven by negative feelings due to not being exposed to love and kindness. His rage was nuclear but not without deeply rooted reason. These were the thoughts that plagued Hayley's mind whilst she waited for Harry to return.

She didn't have to wait much longer.

The screeching sound of the door being unlocked and opened roused Hayley with fresh fighting energy. She was about to make a break for freedom before Colin and Bill threw Harry inside the cell.

Certain he was inside, Colin relocked the door not realising Hayley remained also.

"Harry? Harry are you ok?" whispered Hayley full of concern as she crawled over to where he lay on the ground. She then hesitantly brought a comforting hand to his back.

He jerked away from Hayley's kindness, rejecting the physical contact like she had caused him great pain. "Get off me! Why are you even still here?"

Harry moved from the floor to the sink to splash water on his bruised face. It hurt him considerably to pretend that his body did not ache; with such a show of weakness in the North wing, having to submit to those stupid doctors, Harry could not bare for his nurse to see him broken. She'd tried so hard to save him, displayed immense strength of character even though she, like him in that moment, was physically weak. Harry couldn't figure out why he hadn't been strong enough to fight those three guards.

From his fight with Peter, he knew that the spider venom had given him superhuman strength. Maybe by repressing the Goblin, Harry was loosing some of the powers he had earned from his transformation. He'd have to ask Hayley about her crazy theories on Id suppression when she wasn't so distressed.

She had yet to respond to his question, so, sitting lazily on his bed, Harry tried a different approach, "Why'd you stay with me?"

"I…I…I'm your therapist, your nurse, it was my duty to stay," Hayley replied from her seated position on the stone ground.

Shaking his head and giving her an angry glare, Harry retorted "No. No, do not give me the same bullshit you did the doctors! Honesty is the best policy with me Hayley, I do not like secrets!" Still getting no response he then shouted, "BE HONEST WITH ME!"

"Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable - be honest and transparent," Hayley quoted under her breath.

"WHAT?"

Looking into his rage filled eyes, Hayley identified another emotion; it was small and distant yet distinct. She could see the vulnerable little boy who had grown up without a mother, who had asked how she died and been lied to, told it was his fault. Hayley saw a man before her who lived in a world of serpents and only knew tongues that lied. So she decided to be honest. She decided to be transparent for once.

"Harry, I stayed because I wanted to, because I was scared they would hurt you. And, I don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already have."

"Why?"

"Because, you deserve better."

Harry looked a little perplexed by her sudden revelation but continued to stare at her nonetheless. "I want to see my lawyer," he said calmly, folding his arms. He then chuckled slightly at seeing her eyes widen at his strange request.

"Your, your lawyer? Why?" Hayley was thoroughly confused now.

She had hoped that Harry might have responded more positively to her sentiment, but instead he'd closed himself up. It was sad to see considering the progress they had seemingly been making in their sessions. Maybe he didn't trust her enough yet? And if not, then he would never trust any positive emotion she showed him.

"I may have no rights here, but, if I am to be tried for my crimes, as I'm sure I will be, then I need to see my lawyer."

Hayley was at a loss for words. Sure he was right but Doctor Scott would never agree to it. Before she could fathom a response, the door swung open violently.

"Wha' ya doin' in 'ere Hayley?" Colin asked, surprised to learn from Ernie only a few moments ago that the young nurse was probably stuck in Harry's cell. "Didn't know yous were in 'ere! Shoulda said somethin'! Anyways, Doctor Scott wants to see ya, time for ya meetin' or somethin'."

Gulping hard, Hayley glanced nervously at Harry who was pretending to ignore Colin's interference. She really didn't want to leave him again; she was too frightened that something else might happen. However, Hayley reluctantly got to her feet and left the room, knowing that as much as she was scared of Doctor Scott, she really needed this meeting.

Standing outside Doctor Scott's office in the North wing, Hayley tried to straighten her rumpled clothes, licking her lips in case blood had dried on them from Colin's punch. Her face was still sore and she was beginning to feel sick with nerves.

Knowing that the doctor was an impatient man, she quickly tapped on the door and entered upon hearing a very disgruntled voice bark, "ENTER!"

The doctor's office was clinical with an obsessive-compulsive order; it was devoid of colour and light, white walls covered in framed certificates of achievement and qualifications. Even the books shelved on a wooden cellaret were arranged in alphabetical order, and looked as pristine as the day they were bought. Hayley could see suits and ties hanging in a thin ebony wardrobe, the fabric poker straight and militant, the garments placed in a carefully considered manner. Even the doctor's umbrella and coat, which hung on metal coat rack, were arranged with precision.

The bureau that Doctor Scott was seated behind was neat and tidy also. A row of expensive fountain pens lined the many manila folders stacked immaculately next to a pricey top of the range computer. Doctor Scott clearly was an anal-retentive man, and being inside his domain was intimidating.

Hayley took a seat in an antique yet sterile chair, wiping her sweaty palms uneasily on her baggy suit trousers. She waited hesitantly unsure whether to talk first.

"Um, Doctor Scott? I…I wanted to ask you about my employment contract…" The doctor raised an eyebrow but made no move to speak, so Hayley continued, "I am aware that my job title is that of a nurse. However, since I act as a psychiatrist to many patients, and considering the work I have done with Mr Osborn, I think…I…I deserve a raise."

"Excuse me?"

"Or a change of position to full time psychiatrist…maybe?" Upon seeing the doctor's livid face, Hayley decided to keep talking to prevent him from interrupting and shouting at her. Stumbling over her words she said, "My work these past three months… ex…exceeds that of a nurse. I have a doctorate in Psychiatry and I… I should be treated as such! I have a dual medical license to practise as both. Please, Doctor Scott, I really need the money, I'm struggling…"

"ENOUGH!" Doctor Scott slammed down his fist and rose superiorly from his chair, "You are a disgrace to my institution! You are an insignificant little girl trying to play in the big leagues. How dare you walking around here as if you are superior, as if you possess the medical education to rival my own! The only reason you have not been fired yet is because you are useful in regards to controlling Mr Osborn!"

Hayley was sick and tired of being bullied, sick of getting nowhere in her life and being a doormat. "You cannot treat me like this! If you do not give me a raise, I will go public with the torture and treatment of the patient's that reside…"

"How dare you threaten me, girl! If you EVER go to a newspaper or the Daily Bugle, I, will, RUIN YOU!" shouted an enraged Doctor Scott. Sitting back down, the doctor picked up a pen and began pointing it at Hayley, "Think about all the people who know about your sordid relationship with Mr Osborn. Oh, yes, I know all about that. I have even witnessed your outrageous behaviour and been told many things from the rest of my staff."

The sick feeling in her stomach only intensified and Hayley felt bile crawling up her throat at the doctor's words. What had people seen? What had they said to him? Apart from the kiss, Hayley had never outwardly expressed any poor conduct towards Harry around others…had she? Her face blanched as the doctor continued his assault.

"Do you know what "Erotic Transference" is Miss Carmichael?"

Hayley nodded.

"Please explain to me what it is so that I am clear you understand the definition."

"Erotic transference is the process by which a patient subconsciously develops romantic feelings towards their th…therapist. It happens in a person with a history of rejection or misunderstanding…" Hayley spoke shakily, realising the doctor's implication.

"It's some psycho-mumbo jumbo, but it can also happen in reverse," Doctor Scott eyed the shocked girl triumphantly. "In a court of law, you would loose your duel medical license for crossing the boundaries of patient and therapist. There is a line that you cannot cross under any circumstances! And you have been abusing your power as a psychiatrist, manipulating Mr Osborn for your own personal gain, haven't you?" He laughed at seeing Hayley's mouth open in shock. "Of course, that's what I would say if you EVER went public. Who would New York believe – an established doctor, or an orphan who can barely take care of herself? I. OWN. YOU!"

Hayley opened her mouth again to try and defend herself but no sound came out.

"You will continue your work with Mr Osborn and the other patients because I find it amusing to indulge you. You will not receive a promotion or pay rise as long as you work here and you will not leave Ravencroft otherwise I will destroy you." Picking up his phone to make a call, Doctor Scott waved his hand as a dismissal "Now leave. I'm sick of looking at you."

She could barely stand due to her knees shaking but Hayley slowly shuffled towards the exit. Her eyes were prickling with tears needing to spill, and yet she forced herself to say one last thing to the horrible doctor.

"Mr Osborn requested an audience with his lawyer in case he is to go to court in the near future," Hayley stated, hating that her voice cracked and broke with raw emotion needing to release.

"I will arrange it."

And with an answer received, Hayley rushed out of Doctor Scott's office and the North wing. She ran back to Harry's cell, the only place she felt safe in this hellhole.

Sorry it's taken me longer to update than usual, I wanted this chapter to be perfect for you. I also had a bit of writer's block – I knew what I wanted to write but it just wouldn't come out of my mind ARGH!

Oh my god guys, WHY am I so mean to Hayley? It makes me soooo sad to write her in this state! She is a character who is a very extreme version of myself so sometimes writing her can be hard, but I think it makes her more credible and relatable if I put a bit of myself in her, don't you think?

And…. We hit the 50 reviews AND 50 followers mark… AHHHHH! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that would happen. You guys are so fantastic I wish I could hug you all! Love and thank you to all the new people who are reading my story and also to my faithful readers who have been with me from the beginning.

Also…. I have Dane as my mac desktop background, and I may have had a wonderful dream about him….. this story is taking over my life XD

Hope you enjoyed this longer chapter – more Harry and Hayley togetherness in the next update xxx MUCH LOVE!