Thread: Trust the Good Doctor [T-Howell and skittish_butterfly]

Dr. Klayton King was growing tired of everything around him from the terrible coffee he had to endure in his office to the questions that he had to ask to his patients to get to the root of their inane problems. He was bored beyond belief and he was even bored with what was previously a very lovely marriage. So his wife left and that was just what he needed to shake up his life. He was by in large a good normal moral man. But he always wondered if he could use his knowledge of the human brain to manipulate one of his patients. For the moment though he just sat in his office awaiting his next appointment. It was a young woman named Grace that he had seen once before and he had to admit that he found her quite lovely to look at. Her problem was minor, just an issue of hiding her true feelings about her father's death. He briefly read over the notes and yawned. This particular girl was the exact boring problem having person who was killing his interest in his job. So for the moment his mind shifted to the idea of manipulating her. And after a few minutes he had formulated a bit of a plan for how he could do it. He wasn't sure if it would actually happen, but he did have to admit he liked the idea of bending this young woman to his every will. Klayton shifted uncomfortably in his seat and his hand stroked his facial hair briefly as he thought. He wore a nice suit as he almost always did even when he wasn't in the office and he adjusted his tie, wanting to look professional for his patients. Klayton was for all intents and purposes a fairly exceptional therapist with numerous satisfied patients. He listened to the waiting room to see if anyone had turned up yet and then he shook his head before checking his cameras. He looked and saw the young lady, Grace sitting nervously in a chair with one of his stranger patients the porn addict oogling her. The good doctor just chuckled and watched for a moment as the girl continued shifting around in her chair before he decided that he should put an end to it. He stood up from his chair with his prescription pad in hand to get rid of the strange young porn addict who he was trying to help by giving him prescription drugs, because he didn't feel like talking with him anymore. Once his other far more damaged patient was out of the picture Klayton turned his attention to the lovely and bright young lady who was sent to him by her mother. He smiled pleasantly when she said her name and the time of their appointment inquisitively almost and he nodded. Ah yes, Ms. Bellefleur it's my pleasure to see you again. He said with a smile on his face. Come in, we have much to discuss! He said in a way that would probably lead her to believe that he had completely forgotten who she was, as was his intent. He wanted her unsure of his skills so she would underestimate him and feel totally comfortable sharing her problems with him. After all even if he decided against manipulating her he'd prefer to have the option on the table rather than have her more difficult to condition. As she began to talk he nodded once again giving the impression that he had no idea who she was and then looked over at her. Ah yes of course, that all sounds familiar He said as he shuffled absentmindedly through his files. Then he smirked and looked over at the girl. I think instead of rehashing that we should try something different for this second session. It's all quite normal for my patients. I don't want you to know what to expect from me so you can prepare for our sessions. I want every conversation you and I have to be completely unplanned and unscripted. He told the young woman as he took his seat behind the desk. For this session I want you to take me through the last dream you had so we can break it down and get to the true meaning behind your subconscious sleeping mind. This will help us get to the root of your unresolved grief over your father's passing. As well as your issues with your mother. Who only wants the best for you, which is why she sent you to me. Dr. King laughed to let her know that he was joking and hopefully ease some of her obvious tense feelings towards getting therapy at her mother's behest. Now, Grace I'm going to dim the lights and you are going to close your eyes Klay said in a calm soothing tone as the lights in the room slowly lowered. He controlled them with a small remote on his desk and continued to calmly state. Grace, what was your most recent dream about? You're in a calm safe environment, so no matter what it is, feel free to let go and share it with me.