A/N: I was playing Hyrule Warriors Legends ever since I got for Christmas. By the time I post this chapter I will finish Legend Mode or close to beating that, I think. There is new storylines than Hyrule Warriors. No, I don't have a New Nintendo 3DS [XL].

Sorry that it was late.

Chapter 15: Appointment

I walked into the building and approached the receptionist at his desk. "Hi, I'm here for my appointment with Dr. Brushtail."

"What is your name?" he asked politely.

"Charlotte Matilda Ramsey."

He typed something into a computer. "May I see your ID? Just for verification." I handed my driver's license to him. He handed it back after doing something on the computer. "You're checked in," he said. I waited for a while. I played in my phone.

"Charlotte," Dr. Brushtail called out to me. I entered his office that is not in a prison. It had a couch that you might normally find in a stereotypical psychologist's office, a few cushioned chairs, a small desk with a desk chair behind it. He sat down in one of the cushioned chairs instead of his desk chair. "Good afternoon, Charlotte," he greeted with politeness and a smile.

"Hi, Doctor," I greeted back.

He took off his reading glasses. "How is your daily life after your hospital discharge?"

My answer was blunt, with a hint of bitterness, "Bad."

His face was relaxed, but I could tell he wasn't interested in short responses. "Can you explain it in further detail?" He asked with interest.

"Every one to two days, a demonic sheep thing waits for me to wake up and walk out to the living room." Talking about it intimidated me. I paused a for a bit.

"How would you describe this demonic sheep in greater detail?" It was apparent that he was gently pressing for answers that required more than one or two words.

I took a deep breath. "It had a lot of worn miniature shark teeth with a pointed tongue in her mouth, red framed cracked glasses…" I took another deep breath to stop myself from hyperventilating. "I can't…"

Dr. Brushtail stood up and put one paw on my shoulder. I could feel his calming presence seep into my mind. His tone was soft and understanding, "Take your time."

I took another deep breath, feeling slightly relaxed, enough to continue, "...Brown and red blood on her white wool, and formal clothes."

He made a face of interest, his eyes gazing into mine. If I didn't know any better, he looked as though he could read me through and through, but was looking for assertion in whatever speculation was in his head, "Can you describe 'its' attire in detail?"

"It wore a grey dress underneath a dark blue formal jacket, and a small bell on its neck."

Brushtail's eyebrow twitched, quickly dismissed as he scribbled some notes in a shortpaw writ, "Your description of this demon reminds me of someone I know."

I paused for a moment. A bit surprised by what he said. "What do. it remind you of?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I cannot tell you due to confidentiality." He wrote down something in his notebook.

I started to recall my daily work activities. "Work is the same pretty much. I go work behind a gas station desk, waiting for that fat bear while stocking the shelves."

"Do the voices still intervene with your work?"

"Yes, and I still hide under the desk."

"It would be understandable to hide in fear to protect yourself from something you fear."

I felt understood. I nodded. "Levi made me take these pills. He said they're supposed to help me."

"I'm apologize for not informing you about your pill prescription."

"It's fine." I continued to answer. "Yesterday, my friend Stacy got a death threat at a Wool-Mart. Levi called 911."

"I heard about it."

"That's all the time we have today. I shall see you next Saturday afternoon." He said as smiled and gazed at me.

"Bye, Doctor," I said as I left his office.