"Hello! Welcome to Death City Rehabilitation Center! My name is Tsubaki and I will be your addiction counselor. I am very pleased to meet you Blake!" the raven-haired nurse said with a kind smile, hugging her clipboard close.
"The name's Black*Star," he scoffed, heaving his feet onto the table separating the two of them. "And fuck this place Tsunami. I don't even want to be here," he growled, clenching and unclenching his fist rapidly.
"Feet off the table, Blake," she seethed, the smile fading fast. Celebrities were always pricks like this; they thought that they owned the damn place and could treat the staff like shit. This client had already chased away one of the new recruits, Tsugumi, with his harsh attitude and crass behavior.
"The name is Black*Star!" he exclaimed, pulling himself off the table and standing, looming over her in an attempt to intimidate her. "Better get the name right, bitch!" He smirked as her eyes widened; maybe they would realize there was nothing wrong with him and quit sending these dumbass nurses to try and "cure him." That smirk faded, however, as she stood, towering over him by at least a foot as she glared down at him.
"Listen here Blake. You will sit your ass down right now. You will shut your mouth. You will do what I tell you. I don't care that you are a "big star" according to the press. I could care less that your band is number one on the charts. You are here because you are sick and you need help. You're crass attitude may have scared away other nurses, but not me. I've dealt with people bigger than you. I've dealt with people with worse attitudes than you. So shut your mouth and deal with your punishment." The look of fear he gave her was satisfying enough, as was the faint smell of urine filling the air. She could be downright terrifying when she needed to be, and he was one client that needed this side of her to show.
"Y-yes ma'am," he croaked, slumping down in his seat, defeated. "How did I even get myself in this mess?" he moaned, resting his head on the table, hands twitching slightly as he craved one of his vices.
"That's what I'm here to help you with," she whispered, grabbing her clipboard and scribbled down some notes. "The only way you can get out of here is if you clean up your act. And I'm more than happy to help you out. You just need to cooperate."
"Thank you…" he murmured, head still on the table. She gave a soft smile. This was going to be a long journey, but she was determined to help him get clean.