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Nepeta's squeals rattled the room for a seemingly endless amount of time, Karkat's face contorted into something that only slightly resembled a smile. Other patients gave mixed, but wholly uneventful reactions. The nurses in the room approached Sollux with tentative looks, nearly swarming him.
I was just trying to go about my normal day, walking into the fucking day room, and everybody stopped me. Now I'm sitting here in a more-comfortable-than-the-norm cushioned chair, waiting to see my freakishly chipper psychiatrist, Dr. Baked-goods or some shit like that.
Someone calls my name and the noise rattles my ears. I scan the placard, that reads 'Dr. Crocker' (I was close enough!), as I walk slowly into a dimly-lit room. A small nod is given by the douchey-looking guard, which I take as an indicator to continue closing the door, which I had begun to anyway out of habit.
"Hello there Sollux."
She's giving me this sickeningly chipper smile, but I don't notice - I'm too distracted by her office which is some fucked up hybrid of pumpkin patch and a bakery. In the back of my mind I wonder if it's such a good idea to have these types of things in a mental hospital.
"Sollux? Solluxaaannderrr!" She sing-songed as she looked at me a bit too intently for my liking.
"Yeth?" Even if I'm up and about, doesn't mean I'm going to be pleased about being here. Her smile broadens, if that's even fucking possible.
"How are you feeling?" Oh god, the cheeriness. So much smiling.
"I'm fine." Doesn't this woman understand? I don't want to talk!
"You don't want to be here..." She looks legitamitly disappointed. Fuck this, she isn't playing fair at all, but I quickly decide that I will not be speaking to her today.
"You can go if you want. I sure was looking forward to talkin' with you though." Screw her and screw her southern accent. Makes her way too likable. I wave as I walk out.