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She was alone in the Nurse's station after one of her sessions with the Goblin. Another week had passed, almost too quickly for Hayley's liking. Therapy with Harry was going well; she'd been sneaking him pain medication secretly in their sessions as well as an anti-psychotic drug, Quetiapine. Along with the sleeping pills, the Goblin's anger and mood swings were subsiding – even his skin was noticeably less green! She hadn't told Harry that he was taking schizophrenia medication because she was certain that he would refuse their consumption. As it was, Hayley was constantly on edge, scared that the other doctors would discover the missing medication if they did an inventory check. It was fortunate that this month Cadence had asked Hayley to do the check allowing her to effectively forge the stock amounts. Normally there would be two nurses checking the medication inventory every month, but Ravencroft was so short staffed that all usual and professional protocol was thrown out the window.

Hayley had never approved of stealing, and having to steal prescription drugs of all things was extremely risky. She could loose her medical license if she were ever discovered. The risk was almost too great. And yet, seeing Harry respond so well to the course of medication, made it worth it. It was like Hayley's ability as a nurse and psychiatrist was being validated with his improved condition. Of course, Doctor Scott was seething, even furious that Harry Osborn was being humanized with something as simple, to his knowledge, as sleeping pills and behavioural therapy. There was no doubt in Hayley's mind that the doctor had thought up some tortuous treatment for him. If she could keep Harry from that then she was doing her job.

Reflecting on their previous sessions, Hayley was extremely happy how the Goblin was beginning to retreat and Harry was breaking through more and more. They were able to have involved and coherent conversations with his bipolar personality more under control. The Quetiapine medication restored the balance of neurotransmitters in the brain keeping his mania and psychosis to a minimum. Quetiapine also decreased hallucinations in prescribed patients; Harry hadn't had any night terrors or suffered more unexplained injuries since she'd been giving him the pills. Another aspect that made Hayley cheerful was how Harry's skin was no longer scaly and the green tinge was slowly fading. Sure he still had long fingernails and lesion like wounds where his skin pigmentation was darker, but after being in Ravencroft for just over two months, Harry Osborn was fairing well.

However, Hayley couldn't forget the moment when she'd questioned him about Peter Parker. He had become so angry, in a split second, like a switch and been flicked in his brain. It was strange considering they were meant to be friends; they'd known each other since childhood like she and Gwen. But if Gwen's death was anything to go by, Harry clearly did have an issue with Parker. Why else would he murder his best friend's girlfriend? It was a conversation they had yet to have in therapy and one that Hayley was truly dreading. She would have to shut away the part of herself who loved Gwen in order to not start screaming at the Goblin when she finally knew the truth; why did Gwen have to die?

During that same conversation Harry had also become a darker shade of green with his veins pulsing wildly. Hayley noticed that it often happened during his mood swings or when he was extremely angry. This led to her theory that like many other medical conditions, the Goblin-like symptoms were exacerbated by stress. The condition he'd inherited from his father, the Osborn curse, was one shrouded in great mystery. Only Norman Osborn, his personal physicians and OsCorp knew the true extent and severity of Retroviral Hyperplasia. Hayley did not have access to any files that might aid her treatment of Harry in regards to his illness. She was only trained as a nurse and a psychiatrist, and did not fully understand or have the medical knowledge to combat such an unknown and aggressive disease. Doctor Scott and his team were still in the process of analysing Harry's blood sample. If they had already discovered something then Hayley knew she would be the last to know.

Frustrated with theories and having no concrete medical data, Hayley slammed closed her notebook and threw a pen at her keyboard. She was feeling restless and began to swing around on her swivel desk chair. It didn't really matter if anyone discovered her acting like an idiot because if Ravencroft didn't make you loose your nut then nothing would. There was something so freeing about spinning in her chair.

Her solitude was short lived when Cheryl and another new blonde nurse, Becca, entered the room gossiping about nonsense. Hayley didn't like the new girls; they basically ignored her, followed Doctor Scott around like he was god, and were always flirting with the guards. They reminded her of some High School girls she saw when meeting Gwen on a free period.

The two girls were sitting near Hayley with their backs to her, chewing bubble gum and admiring each other's fake nails. The whole scene made Hayley want to gag because they were so nauseatingly stereotypical.

"Haley is it?" Cheryl asked suddenly, popping another bubble of gum absentmindedly.

God that sound was so grating on the ears, Hayley thought.

"It's Hayley."

"Yeah, well, that patient of yours, Mr. Osborn…"

"You mean Harry."

"You what?"

"Harry. He doesn't like being called Mr. Osborn," Hayley corrected before realising what she was doing.

"Whatever. Harry, nearly ruined my new nails last week." Another pop of gum followed and Cheryl shoved her jewel manicured nails in front of Hayley – proof that he hadn't done anything but if he had, it would obviously be a horrific loss for the trashy girl.

Nodding, Hayley sighed, not having time for stupid insignificant problems like damaged nails. "Ok. And what exactly did my patient do?"

More bursting bubble gum snaps and hair flipping followed.

"He threatened to break my fingers!" Cheryl replied with attitude while Becca stroked the vulnerable hand in question to emphasize the apparent danger.

Clearly ruined nails were more perilous than broken bones, Hayley thought sarcastically.

Showing the two blonde twits her still bandaged broken fingers, Hayley tried to reprimand them for not telling her earlier, "I take threats from my patient very seriously. Why am I only hearing about this now? You should have written an incident report and told me the next day!"

"It's not like he actually did it! God Haley chill!"

"I reckon he fancies you hun," Becca laughed, nudging the other girl – the whole situation was obviously just one big laugh for them. "He was gorgeous before he went psycho! And a billionaire too!"

"I know right? But no, apparently my hands aren't 'worthy' or some nonsense," Cheryl scoffed.

"Oh my god as if he said that! You were a hand model for Yves Saint Laurent!"

"I know Becca! Clearly, he doesn't recognise true beauty when he sees it."

The whole conversation was really giving Hayley a headache. She honestly couldn't stand being around such vapid false people. Picking up her notebook and handbag, Hayley decided to go find Colin or maybe get a sandwich from the canteen. Anything to get away from Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

"Obviously Haley is worthy of Harry Osborn's attentions!"

Hayley stopped in her tracks and looked down at her broken fingers. Glancing back, the peroxide twins were now whispering about her behind their hands. She must have had a dumbfounded look on her face because Becca continued on;

"Well, he broke your fingers didn't he? So you're worthy."

Continuing out the door without a word Hayley left the girls to their gossip. However, Becca's comment would make her think for sometime about how Harry viewed their relationship. What did 'worthy' mean to him?

"Worthy? Me? Yeah right," Hayley said to herself uneasily, suddenly not feeling very hungry anymore.

"Your hair's changed!"

"Hmmmm? Oh you noticed?"

It was the morning after her conversation with dumb and dumber, and Hayley was feeling tired but determined to make some progress in her session with Harry today. She'd noticed a change in his appearance as soon as she entered his cell, only truly seeing it when sitting down on her usual chair opposite him.

The Goblin's hair was no longer pushed back in a spikey shape mimicking the dome of his head. He must of used water from the sink in his room to brush his hair into resembling his old sophisticated style. Hayley had only ever seen Harry look like this in newspaper images; it suited him having a side parting and a long sweeping fringe. He looked more human, more like his former self. She'd hate to admit it but having his pretty boy fringe back made the butterflies in her stomach start flapping like crazy.

"Well, you can barely see behind that fringe," Hayley smirked, as Harry flipped his bangs expertly so he could now look directly at her – it clearly took skill to toss it in such a casual fashion.

He had definitely practiced it all his life, Hayley was sure of it. She then started to giggle as his fringe played truant and flopped back to cover his blue eyes – it was nice to see Harry starting to become more dominant, even though his outward appearance was only just starting to improve and was not completely normal yet.

"Maybe it does need a cut," he said idly, flicking the long hairs with his still claw like fingers. Harry then eyed Hayley and made a cutting motion with his fingers.

"Hey don't look at me! I'm sure that haircut cost over $100, and a millionaire like yourself…"

"It's billionaire."

"I'm sorry?" she asked feeling confused.

"My father become a billionaire when I was ten."

Jeez, Hayley thought, at ten I was dirt poor with no family or possessions, and the Osborn name was worth a billion dollars… clearly I was born into the wrong family.

"Well, I'm sure a billionaire like you would not want me playing Sweeny of money, what was it like growing up in such luxury?"

"Luxurious."

"Come on, I'm being serious."

"I had everything I ever wanted or could ever possibly want," the Goblin said bitterly.

Hayley noticed how his voice seemed to deepen and his eyes narrowed upon recollection. Clearly this was a sore subject and Harry had retreated to protect himself from a painful memory.

"Material items, correct?"

He gave a small nod in response.

"I'm sure that was not what you truly wanted, Harry. I mean, at the time, it probably was but children with parental issues can sometimes become materialistic, especially those of wealth. They seek any type of love or attention, even if it is a simple thing like being bought toys," she spoke kindly, hoping that a calm and friendly voice would make her assessment of him a little bit easier to swallow.

Though the way he was dangerously staring at her told Hayley that the Goblin was starting to get pissed off.

However, she continued on, holding her ground against a possible and imminent mood swing episode. "Though during adolescence the rebellious nature kicks in. Was that around the time you developed an alcohol addiction and abused Oxycodone?"

Hayley had read now unsealed files on how Norman Osborn sent his son to a total of three rehabilitation clinics within a year. They were all very expensive places with a strict confidentiality policy. To her knowledge the media had never reported on his addiction or rehab visits, only that Harry was a party animal, which was to be expected from a teenage billionaire.

When she received no verbal response and a blank stare, Hayley tried to engage him in the conversation. "I know you might not have anything to say Goblin, but maybe Harry does?" Hayley asked hopefully.

Even though the bipolar episodes were becoming less and less, releasing Harry from the monster's hold, they were still happening during their time together. Hayley was finding it difficult to ever get a straight answer from Harry about his issues because the Goblin always intervened when he felt personally attacked. It was frustrating for a psychiatrist to be unable to work through, let alone discuss, deep seeded and obvious issues. If Hayley couldn't bring some closure or understanding for Harry, then his Goblin side would always be with him whether he was green or not. Even though his medical records pre transformation did not suggest or document any traces of schizophrenia, they did highlight his aggression and short temper. Hayley theorized that the formula injection must have heightened this personality aspect.

Hayley knew from what Gwen had told her about Doctor Connors' reptile metamorphosis the previous year that he too experienced personality changes. She'd even witnessed the man talking to himself during a psychosis episode when she visited the East wing once.

Harry was looking at her like she was stupid, again.

Leaning forward and clasping his hands together, the Goblin gave her a penetrating and deathly stare, "Are you suggesting that I have multiple personalities?"

"No. What I am saying is that during times of great trauma, one can internalize themselves, hiding their true self as a protective counter measure. Sometimes suppression…"

"And what do I have to suppress?!" the Goblin snarled, standing from his bed in anger.

Provoking any beast was a bad idea, and a caged one was suicide, but Hayley would not be bullied into silence. Everyone had issues and the Goblin would have to let Harry work through them one way or another. Therefore she remained seated and tried not to show how her body was shaking from the adrenaline rush his sudden out burst had caused.

Hayley decided that maybe the truth might enlighten him; "I'm going to be truthful with you Goblin, but only if you sit down." When he finally complied after what seemed like an internal battle of wills, Hayley continued, "I think that your Id is extremely dominant. Are you familiar with Freud's theory of the unconscious Id, Ego and Super-Ego? No? Well, the Id is described by Freud as pure chaos; a dark inaccessible part of our personality. Now, I think the venom you injected yourself with has made your Id accessible…"

"And you consider this a bad thing?" the Goblin asked curious of her response.

"It might be," she said nervously, "the Id is labeled as ones' negative contrast to our Ego - it knows no judgment or value: no good and evil, no morality…"

"Is this your diagnosis of me? Pure evil."

"You're not evil Harry, there is darkness is in all of us," she spoke truthfully, thinking about her own Id and the damage it had once done.

There came a knock from outside which was Colin signaling that the session was now over. Hayley sighed but felt quite positive about revealing how Harry fit into Freud's theory – maybe it would help him understand the deeper connotations of his transformation. She gave him a hopeful smile before gathering herself and walking towards the cell exit. Upon reaching the door, Hayley remembered her conversation with the peroxide tweedles yesterday and spun around to ask Harry one final question.

"What is your definition of worthy?"

He looked at her strangely, caught off guard by such a specific and odd query. Hayley began to feel nervous again when Harry stood and gracefully walked towards her. Although he was still cuffed at the hands and feet, after many many weeks at Ravencroft, he had learnt to adapt to his confines. Sometimes Hayley forgot they were even there.

Harry was now standing directly in front of her; he cut an imposing figure even though they were the same height. He was so close to Hayley that she could feel his breath on her cheek.

Cupping her small face, Harry stared into her green eyes, wanting her to focus on what he had to say. "Being 'worthy' is something special that deserves my attention and appeals to my Ego…" he whispered softly, stroking the skin of her porcelain face. She was trembling, he could feel it, but it did not deter his advances.

She is so damn determined today, Harry thought.

The way she would not back down, persisting with her theories and assessment of him – it was a refreshing change from all those bland models. Hell, it was sexy.

He licked his lips, desperately wanting to kiss the girl before him. What made Harry not act on his wants was being unsure of how she would respond. All their other interacts were him toying with the young nurse, seeing how far he could push her because he was bored. But he could no longer deny the attraction he felt towards the ginger girl – if he kissed her there was no turning back, and she could very easily reject him.

It was then that Hayley saw the gentleness of Harry disappear; he moved his grip to her hands, squeezing the broken fingers just enough to make her gasp in pain.

"To be worthy, you have to appeal to both my Ego and my Id!" the Goblin stated darkly, making Hayley really hope she wasn't worthy.

Oh my gosh you guys are amazing! Thank you to my lovely loyal review readers XLil MEkoX, Castiel Angel Heart, TreeKangaroo, Spazaroni, to my new readers/reviewers, and also to all my guests who I wish I could reply to!

And thank you for everyone who corrected the age issues I was having with Harry! I've only seen TASM2 at the cinema once so I'm going purely on memory and YouTube videos. Also guys, don't worry, Harry will be resurfacing, the Goblin won't be here forever, Harry is coming back like at the movies end - I'm trying to explore the five month period he was at Ravencroft and beyond that when he is back as Harry Osborn.

I hope my chopping and changing between the Goblin and Harry isn't too confusing and that I write it clearly so it reads well!

Also, face claim for Hayley is a model called Anastasia Ivanova