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Simon frowned, as he stepped into the group session. They'd put him in two different groups, on different days, for some reason. Maybe to see where he best fitted, and felt most comfortable. He'd never seen these patients before. He'd heard from Shaji, the Indian boy, that there was a floor over them where the more violent patients were locked up, being dangerous for themselves and people around them. He'd heard them late at night, whining and screaming in the dark. Thankfully, himself hadn't been described as that violent, despite trying to burn a house down, and had a room next to Shaji.
A woman in her late thirties just stared at him when he silently slipped down on the only empty chair next to her. She had big brown eyes, they almost looked black of anger. He swallowed hard, quickly looking away.
"Alright guys, this is Simon, and he will be joining us on Thursdays from now on." The doctor said, flashing him a comforting smile. "I'm Dr. Sangster, I'm not sure if you remember me, but I was the one to take care of you when you arrived earlier this week." She had a soft tone in her voice, and he couldn't help but stare. She could've been a supermodel, that's for sure. Olive skin, beautiful brown eyes, and dark, long hair in a ponytail. She had soft, red lips that forced him to stare. She looked like an angel. How could he ever forget meeting her?
"I.. I do remember." He mumbled, taking away his gaze from her lips.
"Well, don't you think it's time for a bit of introduction?" She smiled, raising an eyebrow as she gazed at the rest of the patients.
"NO." An elder man grumpily said with a glare, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What if you already know 'em?" A familiar voice said from the left. "Does that mean I can go out and have a smoke?" Simon quickly turned his gaze, to find Nathan sitting there, half-laying in the chair.
"Why don't you tell us how you met then?" Dr. Sangster shook her head, still smiling.
"We're not married, Lena. We only just met in the fridge at jelly-hour." The lad rolled his eyes, letting out a loud yawn. "His name is Barry."
"Simon." Simon mumbled, rubbing his temples.
"Alright, shall we get going? You start, love." Dr. Sangster turned to the woman next to her, with a smile.
"Beatrice." The woman cried out, before hiding her face in her hands.
"I'm William." A younger man muttered from his seat, with a scar from his left eye to his right chin. Simon stared at him for a second, wide-eyed. Better not say anything stupid around these people.
"Rosie!" A light voice said, with a smile. "My name is Rosie."
"Berta." The angry lady next to him yelled, right in his ear. He managed to nod weakly, covering his ear with his hand. The rest of the patients introduced themselves as well, but he didn't really listen. Nathan kept doing silly grimaces behind the patients, sitting between them, backs. Simon really tried not to look, and focus on the names. But he really couldn't, and Nathan just kept going with silly grimace after silly grimace.
"I think that was everyone! Does anyone have anything to say today?" Dr. Sangster smiled, gazing out at them all. Simon quickly looked away from Nathan, and stared down on his hands. "Nathan. Would you like to speak today?" She raised an eyebrow at Nathan, who was still pulling a grimace at Simon. The curly-haired boy quickly stopped, staring back at their psychologist.
"Like what?" He managed to say, after a second or two of just staring.
"About yourself. What you're feeling, thinking, anything, dear."
"Well, I'm hoping that they won't serve the goddamn lime-jelly tonight at jelly-hour. They did yesterday, and it makes me want to throw up." He said, shaking his head like he was utterly dissapointed. "It's that nurse. Sarah. She bloody hates me!"
"Oh, I wonder why." Rosie rolled her eyes, glaring at him.
"Rosie, be nice, love. And, I can tell you're upset, Nathan, but is there something other than jelly on your mind?"
"Well.. not really, no." Nathan was chewing on his lower lip, as Simon studied him. He could tell he was lying. He could tell there was something fighting inside of him. He could see it in his eyes, they looked more sad, more focused on forcing everything to remain in there.
"Where is Jamie then? How is he?" Dr. Sangster asked, her attention still drawn to Nathan.
"He's obviously not here, is he? With all you wankers? Hell no." He shook his head, with a groan.
"Prick." Beatrice cried out, still hiding her face in her hands. Simon continued to study the floor infront of him, listening to the conversation. Who was Jamie? Why wouldn't he be at a group session if he was a patient?
"What do you think he's doing then?"
"Well, he's probably checking some bird out. The fact that they're all nuts doesn't mean they're not fit, am I right?" Nathan stretched his legs out, followed by another loud yawn.
"Okay, why don't we just continue tomorrow, guys? You did the presentations excellent! Don't forget, 10am tomorrow!" She winked the nurses sat in the corner of the room towards them. Simon got out of his seat, slowly walking towards the door. He didn't need a nurse to hold a firm grip around him to make sure he didn't go apeshit on everyone else. Although, he did know there would be a nurse to welcome him on his own floor.
"I'm harmless!" Nathan frowned, outside the session room, as he'd tried to storm past some nurses. "Don't bloody touch me!" He managed to get loose, and pretended to brush their touch off his clothes. "I thought you were supposed to be male nurses, not baboons!" He shouted after them, as they walked away with the other patients.
"Are you alright?" Simon was stood a metre from him, studying him carefully.
"Let's put it this way, they can try all they want with me, but it won't matter. BECAUSE I'M IMMORTAL, YOU PRICKS!" The boy smirked crookedly, turned towards the hallway the nurses was walking through, screaming the words out so they would be able to hear it. "Now excuse me weird kid, I have much more important things to do than stand here with you!" With those words, he walked off, leaving Simon just looking after him, blinking numerous of times to try and let what just happened sink in. Nathan said he was... what?