A.N: Thank you all for all the favourites and follows. I have been on holiday the past week hence no updates. However, i have managed to plan out the next few chapters.
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Chapter 4
"Martha, Martha stop." Eva said with a little force. The woman looked round, her forehead bloody from its continuous impact upon the wall.
"Hold still for me." Eva slipped a headband around her head. It was a simple piece of elastic with a square pad attached. Martha resumed banging her head against the wall but the fabric provided her with a little comfort so she wouldn't cause anymore damage. Eva could have sworn she saw the echo of a smile when she had placed it over her head. Though she knew it wouldn't cure her it would offer some relief.
"Everything ok?" The voice from behind made a tingle run across her skin. She turned round to see Thredson behind her.
"Fine thank you." She smiled and walked back to her bag she had placed on the table where they would sit in the common room.
He followed her. "That was a nice gesture."
"Excuse me?"
"The headband for Martha."
"Oh." She replied, Eva was still getting use to not being in conflict with him. "It's tragic really, ever since her breakdown she has banged her head against the wall everyday, and yet no one has helped her. They say she was young and beautiful when she first arrived and yet she's been swept under the carpet and ignored. Lord knows how much damage she has already done to herself poor thing. I just hope that bit of padding provides some relief, even if it is just short-term."
"You never cease to surprise me Eva." He said with a faint smile.
"I do my best with the little time i have. I just wish i could help her, help all of them. I know it's unrealistic but i just believe that… no matter what a person has done in their life, good or bad, they still deserve help and compassion."
Oliver was silent.
Eva laughed "Yes yes i know, I might as well be saying i want to live in a world with fairies and unicorns"
"No. I find your views… refreshing. They are a vast improvement upon the beliefs of this place."
"I concur Oliver." She replied picking up her papers and packing them in her leather bag. "I'll see you later." As she walked away she gently brushed his arm as a sign of her departure. Oliver cracked his knuckles. He was doing everything in his power to resist this woman. Everything felt so right about her, her views on treatment, her mommy reference, her skin, her smell and the list went on. He wanted her with every fibre of his unhinged being, but he knew that she would be his downfall. He had Lana and Oliver knew that he could keep her locked away and his secret would be theirs. But Eva would never understand, she's worked with the diseased mind but in order to cure it, she would never keep his secret. She would run to the cops the first chance she got. 'And I've had enough practice, I want the real thing. I don't need her I need Lana.' He thought to himself. He wanted to snap at Eva to stop her from tormenting him with her Siren ways. How he longed to end her with a quick flick of the wrist and a slice across her neck. The skin parting like the red sea. He almost groaned at the thought.
Eva was in her office writing up a report of her encounter with Charlotte aka Anne Frank, when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
She looked up to see the woman in the red cardigan from the other day.
"Can i help you?" She smiled sweetly.
"I'm a patient of Dr Thredson's is he around?"
"He should be back any minute now, you're more than welcome to have a seat." She gestured over to one of the chairs.
"Thank you." She took a seat at the side of the room.
Eva put her pen down. She was curious, she had assumed Kit Walker was Oliver's only patient.
"Sorry i never caught your name?"
"Lana."
"Nice to meet you Lana, I assume you know-"
"Yes you're the new psychiatrist Dr Sparrow, the one who helped the woman who thought she was Anne Frank."
"That's me." Eva smiled, though Lana appeared to be quite cut off. It was thankfully at that moment the small talk ended as Oliver opened the door.
"Miss Winters, can i help you?" he asked taking a seat behind his desk. Eva thought this to be an appropriate moment to continue with her work but keep an ear open.
"I want to discuss my treatment with you, after the other therapy failed."
Eva looked up inquisitively. "What therapy might that have been?"
"Aversion." Thredson replied.
"For what condition?"
"Homosexuality."
"Oh."
"Oh?" Lana asked.
"It's nothing."
"No please, share your opinion on my mental illness with us." Lana said sarcastically.
Eva paused and contemplated her next sentence. "I disagree with current belief actually. I don't believe that you are suffering from a mental illness. You are different in your sexual preferences yes, but unstable or a danger to society, no. Rather than condemn or persecute you it would be best to try and understand what makes a person have these differences. Treatments should only be used if the person wants to change."
They were silent, so Eva looked back down at her paper as if she was reading.
"That's a very bold thing to say. But brave. Thank you." Lana said with a soft smile. Eva returned the smile and continued with her report.
"Lana if you'll excuse us, I'll discuss your treatment with you at some other time." Oliver said getting up and showing Lana to the door.
He walked back to her desk and perched on it.
She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he laughed. She liked hearing him laugh, the rare occurrence that it was. It made a pleasant change from the oh so serious appearance, and the depressing surrounding.
"You're on my desk." she said bluntly but she couldn't help smiling.
He smiled and shook his head, she had never seen this side to him before. "I didn't realise you carried those views on homosexuality."
"I do not go broadcasting it, you know what people are like."
"I do." he said taking off his glasses.
"At the end of the day. Love is love Oliver, who are we to deny it." And with that she walked out of the room. He watched her leave, his demons conflicting within him.