Chapter 8
Four days after seeing Alex, Luke stood in front of two large glass doors. On them was written 'National Medical Committee' in large curly letters.
Luke took a deep breath before pushing the doors open and walking in.
When he entered the building, he took a quick glance around. It seemed almost like a hotel with its marble floors and a large fountain in the middle of the foyer.
He walked over to the reception.
"Good afternoon sir, how can I help you?" a young blonde woman asked him.
"I'm here to file a complaint about a psychiatrist. I have an appointment with a certain doctor…" he looked down at the tiny piece of paper in his hand "doctor Wu"
"Ah yes, you must be doctor Ward then. You can just take the elevator up to the fourth floor. it's the second door on the right. You can just walk through. I'll let doctor Wu know you're coming up." She shot Luke a beaming smile.
"Thank you." He said smiling back at her. He made his way over to the elevator.
Only minutes later he stood in front of the door to doctor Wu's office.
Sighing "Here goes nothing" to himself, he entered.
Alex was at the Bait Shop doing some paper work. No matter what was going on in her personal life, she needed to make a living too and the customers were expecting the Bait Shop to open each night. So as hard as it was for her to concentrate, she still sat there on the edge of the stage surrounded by endless amounts of paper.
She sighed deeply trying to focus once again on the numbers, but they seemed to be dancing in front of her eyes. Her eyes stung and her head ached. Putting her fingers to the side of her head she tried to massage the tension out, but to no avail. Since she'd seen Marissa on the dvd Luke had brought her she couldn't get the images out of her head.
When she was at home the dvd would be put on repeat. Alex had been watching it all the time, she'd memorized the words. At first she'd even counted the times she'd watch it but after 293 times she gave up on that. That one small disc had almost become her life, minute after minute, hour after hour and day after day.
When she was in bed at night, the same images and words would be on repeat in her head. The combination of not wanting to sleep and not being able to, had led to nights with hardly any sleep in them. Four nights in a row, she hadn't slept for more than two hours. It was starting to show; Alex had become even more pale and she was no longer able to disguise the bags underneath her eyes with cosmetics. Exhaustion was really getting to her.
So in the process of trying to stay awake and focusing on her work, she didn't notice the door opening and a brunette stepping in.
"Alex?" the voice belonging to this female spoke up.
"Doctor Ward, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm doctor Wu. Please have a seat." Doctor Wu said extending his hand. Luke shook it and then sat down on the chair right in front of doctor Wu's desk. He took in his surroundings. Doctor Wu was an elderly man, somewhere in his sixties. On his desks were a lot of frames containing pictures of what Luke assumed were his children and wife. He seemed like the sort of person who had it all.
"I understand you're here to file a complaint about Foster's Mental Health Center." Doctor Wu spoke, pulling Luke from his thoughts.
"Yes. No. Well, I'm not sure really. I'm here to file a complaint about doctor Hamilton who works there, I'm not sure if the director of Foster's knows what's going on himself so I can't say I'm here to file a complaint about the center itself."
"I see. Well, I must say you've made me curious so why don't you tell me the exact nature of your complaint." Doctor Wu sat back in his chair, obviously making himself ready for a long talk.